HYMN FOR HOLY THURSDAY.
HYMN FOR HOLY THURSDAY.
1.
Oh, crowned with light in glory now,
Though crowned on earth with thorn,
To thee, with all the earth we bow,
And sing the Virgin-born.
And lowly are the notes we raise,
Yet, Saviour, deign to hear,
Though there thou reign’st where seraphs blaze,
And cherubs burn and fear.
2.
For so, to bless the sons of earth,
On earth thou wast forlorn:
A man of sorrows from thy birth,
The lowly Virgin-born:
For us, thy tender hand was scarred:
For us, was bowed thy head,
And all thy human beauty marred,
When Death was captive led.
3.
For us, the crimson cross was stain’d,
For us, thy life-blood given:
For us, the glorious conflict gained,
To bring us home to heaven:
For us, thou art gone up on high,
With victor-beauty crowned:
For us, thy hand hath oped the sky,
And Death in fetters bound.
4.
For us, thy garments stained with blood,
Thee, more than Conqueror show,
The Prince of Peace, the mighty God,
The Lord of all below!
Oh Wonderful!—in glory now,
Though once on earth forlorn,
To thee, with all the earth, we bow,
And laud the Virgin-born!