No. 19
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
"Man of Sorrows, wrapt in grief"
M. Bridges
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.
Andante Mod
1.
Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief,
Bow Thine ear to our relief;
Thou for us the path hast trod
Of the dreadful wrath of God;
Thou the cup of fire hast drained
Till its light alone remained.
Lamb of Love! We look to Thee;
Hear our mournful litany.
2.
By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither Thou full oft wouldst go;
By Thine agony of prayer
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that myst'ry fathomless;
Lord, our tears in mercy see;
Hearken to our litany.
3.
By the chalice brimming o'er
With disgrace and torment sore;
By those lips which fain would pray
That it might but pass away;
By the Heart which drank it dry,
Lest a rebel race should die
Be Thy pity, Lord our plea;
Hear our solemn litany.
4.
Man of Sorrows! Let Thy grief
Purchase for us our relief;
Lord of Mercy! Bow Thine ear,
Slow to anger, swift to hear;
By the Cross's royal road
Lead us to the throne of God,
There for aye to sing to Thee
Heav'n's triumphant litany.
Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 20
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
By the blood that flowed from Thee
Litany of the Passion
C. M. Caddell
Nicola. A. Montani
Lento ma non troppo
1.
By the blood that flowed from Thee
In Thy bitter agony;
By the scourge so meekly borne;
By Thy purple robe of scorn;
1st Chorus
Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry!
2d Chorus
Thou wert suff'ring once as we;
Tutti
We thy children sing to Thee.
2.
By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;
By Thy sceptre of a reed;
By Thy Footsteps faint and slow
Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,
3.
By the nails and pointed spear;
By Thy people's cruel jeer;
By Thy dying pray'r which rose
Begging mercy for Thy foes.
4.
By the darkness thick as night
Blotting out the sun from sight;
By the cry with which in death
Thou didst yield Thy parting Breath.
5.
By Thy weeping Mother's woe;
By the sword that pierced her through,
When, in anguish standing by,
On the Cross she saw Thee die.
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No. 21
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
Oh come and mourn with me awhile
Jesus Crucified
Father Faber
Nicola A. Montani
Andante religioso
1.
Oh come an mourn with me awhile!
See, Mary calls us to her side;
Oh come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
2.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! Look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
3.
How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed;
His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with Blood;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
4.
Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
5.
Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed;
His failing eyes He strove to guide
With mindful love to Mary's face,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
6.
Come take thy stand beneath the Cross
And let the blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee, drop by drop,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
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No. 22
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
Sacred Head Surrounded
"O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"
St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)
Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600)
Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion"
Largo
1.
O Sacred Head, surrounded,
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue come o'er Thee
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.
2.
I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death, with cruel rigor,
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me!
3.
In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me,
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be;
Beneath Thy Cross abiding,
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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No. 23
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE
At the Cross her station keeping
Stabat Mater
Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.
Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661
Harmonized by N. A. M.
Not too slow
1.
At the Cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
2.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.
3.
O that blessed one, grief laden,
Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,
Mother of the All-blest one.
4.
How she stood in desolation
Upward gazing on the passion
Of that deathless dying Son.
5.
Who could see, from tears refraining,
Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining
In so great a sorrow bowed?
6.
Who, unmoved, beheld her languish
Underneath His Cross of anguish,
'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?
7.
For His people's sin th'All Holy
She beheld, the victim lowly,
Bleed in torments, bleed and die.
8.
Saw her well-beloved taken,
Saw her Child in death forsaken,
Heard his last expiring cry.
9.
Fount of love and sacred sorrow,
Mother! May my spirit borrow
Sadness from thy holy woe.
10.
May my spirit burn within me,
Love my God, and great love win me
Grace to please Him here below.
11.
Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten,
Mother, in my heart be written,
Deep as in thine own they be.
12.
Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest,
Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest,
Let me share them both with thee.
13.
In the Passion of my Maker
Be my sinful soul partaker,
Weep till death, and weep with thee.
14.
Mine with thee be that sad station,
There to watch the great Salvation,
Wrought upon th'atoning Tree.
15.
Virgin, thou of virgins fairest,
May the bitter woe thou sharest
Make on me impression deep.
16.
Thus Christ's dying may I carry,
With Him in His passion tarry,
And His wounds in mem'ry keep.
17.
May His wounds transfix me wholly,
May His Cross and Life Blood holy
Embriate my heart and mind.
18.
Thus inflamed with pure affection,
In the Virgin's Son protection
May I at the judgment find.
19.
When in death my limbs are failing,
Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne.
20.
To my parting soul be given
Entrance through the gate of Heaven,
There confess me for Thine own.
Amen
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