Part 5
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When before the Judge we tremble, Conscious of his broken laws, May this Blood in that dread hour Cry aloud and plead our cause; Bid our guilty terrors cease, Be our pardon and our peace.
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No. 19
LENT AND Pa.s.sIONTIDE
"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 G.o.d; 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.
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By the chalice br.i.m.m.i.n.g o'er With disgrace and torment sore; By those lips which fain would pray That it might but pa.s.s away; By the Heart which drank it dry, Lest a rebel race should die Be Thy pity, Lord our plea; Hear our solemn litany.
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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 G.o.d, There for aye to sing to Thee Heav'n's triumphant litany.
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Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
No. 20
LENT AND Pa.s.sIONTIDE
By the blood that flowed from Thee Litany of the Pa.s.sion
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.
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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,
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By the nails and pointed spear; By Thy people's cruel jeer; By Thy dying pray'r which rose Begging mercy for Thy foes.
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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.
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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 Pa.s.sIONTIDE
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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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