Hymns from the Morningland - Part 4
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They brought Him to the hill of death Where ruthless felons died, And there, upon a cross of shame, The Christ was crucified; By wicked men the nails were driven, And G.o.d, in silence, looked from heaven.

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They bade Him find His help in G.o.d, If He were Christ indeed, And save Himself, as He had saved So many in their need; Such taunting words like venom stung, And G.o.d beheld the arrows flung.

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They wagged their heads in mocking scorn, And bade the Christ come down,-- While from His wounds the blood-drops fell, And from the th.o.r.n.y crown; The spear uplifted pierced His side, And G.o.d beheld the crimson tide.

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All dark at noon, the sun refused His wonted light to shed, For sin and death had G.o.d defied, And Christ His Son was dead; And G.o.d had turned His face away, Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray.

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All hail the Resurrection morn!

The light returns again, And Christ is throned at G.o.d's right hand Who once for man was slain; And G.o.d extends His pardoning grace, Nor hides the brightness of His face.

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"Watch with Me," The Master said, And the night around Him fell, While the snares of sin and h.e.l.l, On His awful path were spread.

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But they slumbered while He prayed;-- They who were His constant care, Heard no echo of His prayer, When His soul was sore dismayed.

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Then He held the cup of woe, And the prayer to G.o.d was made,-- Thrice in agony He prayed, That He might the draught forego.

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But the will of G.o.d was done, In the garden, on that night, And He rose in all the might Of the well-beloved Son.

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Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,-- Wake from slumber, hear Him pray, All thy griefs are borne away, By His agony, untold.

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And the strength of G.o.d is thine When the will of G.o.d is done In obedience, as a son, Conscious of a love divine.

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They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And surging crowds around Him pressed; With breaking heart, and soul distressed, He bore the cross on which He died.

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They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And He the well-beloved Son, The Son of G.o.d Who should have won The love He never once denied.

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They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And to the wood His hands were nailed, And mocking words His ears a.s.sailed, That G.o.d, Who looked from heaven, defied.

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They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And when the deed of night was done, The light was blotted from the sun, And h.e.l.l's abode exulting, cried.

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They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns, As to that cruel cross it turns, For 'twas for me the Saviour died.

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O darkest night that ever fell!

Before the sun had set, The light was blotted from the heavens, And death, and darkness met.

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For G.o.d had turned His face away From all the sin He bore, Whom in His love to earth He sent, To bear our suffering sore.

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Ah! darkest night that ever falls On soul of human race, When G.o.d in anger turns away The brightness of His face;

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Then, sun and moon, and stars are lost, Amid' our hopeless night; And all the radiant bliss of life Is curtained from our sight.

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O Christ, Thou art our Light, and Sun, Our Hope 'mid guilty fears; No night surrounds Thy presence now, Nor threatening cloud appears;

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