HYMNS FOR GOOD FRIDAY.
I.
OH!,see Him where He hangs,
The world's one sacrifice;
No tongue of earth can tell His pangs,
Who our Redeemer dies.
The world's one sacrifice;
No tongue of earth can tell His pangs,
Who our Redeemer dies.
True God and truest
In one forever knit;
His anguish thought can never span,
For it is infinite.
In one forever knit;
His anguish thought can never span,
For it is infinite.
In all the universe
The central Figure He,
As weeping centuries rehearse
Time's crowning tragedy.
The central Figure He,
As weeping centuries rehearse
Time's crowning tragedy.
Again the flood of scorn,
The scourge, the crown, the jeer,
The sacred body nailed and torn,
The taunts, the sponge, the spear.
The scourge, the crown, the jeer,
The sacred body nailed and torn,
The taunts, the sponge, the spear.
Again—O depth, O height
Of Love that hath no name!—
The prayer for those who in His sight
Could no compassion claim.
Of Love that hath no name!—
The prayer for those who in His sight
Could no compassion claim.
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