PASSION-TIDE.
The Way of Sorrows Thou hast trod,Dear suffering Saviour, Lamb of God!And now, O nameless agony!They nail Thee to the cruel Tree.With bleeding brow and breaking heart,Thou bearest, Lord, Thy baleful part;—And sorer far than we can see,Thy Passion’s painful mystery.Yet here, triumphant o’er our sins,Thy blessed reign on earth begins,—And boundless empire waits for Thee,O thorn-crowned King of Calvary!Before Thy Cross the world shall bow;Victor, because the Victim, Thou:—Thy dying love, O Christ, shall beThe bond that draws all hearts to Thee.
The Way of Sorrows Thou hast trod,Dear suffering Saviour, Lamb of God!And now, O nameless agony!They nail Thee to the cruel Tree.With bleeding brow and breaking heart,Thou bearest, Lord, Thy baleful part;—And sorer far than we can see,Thy Passion’s painful mystery.Yet here, triumphant o’er our sins,Thy blessed reign on earth begins,—And boundless empire waits for Thee,O thorn-crowned King of Calvary!Before Thy Cross the world shall bow;Victor, because the Victim, Thou:—Thy dying love, O Christ, shall beThe bond that draws all hearts to Thee.
The Way of Sorrows Thou hast trod,Dear suffering Saviour, Lamb of God!And now, O nameless agony!They nail Thee to the cruel Tree.
The Way of Sorrows Thou hast trod,
Dear suffering Saviour, Lamb of God!
And now, O nameless agony!
They nail Thee to the cruel Tree.
With bleeding brow and breaking heart,Thou bearest, Lord, Thy baleful part;—And sorer far than we can see,Thy Passion’s painful mystery.
With bleeding brow and breaking heart,
Thou bearest, Lord, Thy baleful part;—
And sorer far than we can see,
Thy Passion’s painful mystery.
Yet here, triumphant o’er our sins,Thy blessed reign on earth begins,—And boundless empire waits for Thee,O thorn-crowned King of Calvary!
Yet here, triumphant o’er our sins,
Thy blessed reign on earth begins,—
And boundless empire waits for Thee,
O thorn-crowned King of Calvary!
Before Thy Cross the world shall bow;Victor, because the Victim, Thou:—Thy dying love, O Christ, shall beThe bond that draws all hearts to Thee.
Before Thy Cross the world shall bow;
Victor, because the Victim, Thou:—
Thy dying love, O Christ, shall be
The bond that draws all hearts to Thee.