Hymns from the East Part 4

Crown the Lord of glory,-- Once He dwelt below, Bore the cross of sorrow, Drank the cup of woe; Now He reigns triumphant, Let your praises flow.

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Crown the Lord of glory,-- On the earth He wore Purple robe that mocked Him, Thorns His brow that tore; Now His griefs are ended, Praise Him evermore.

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Crown the Lord of glory, For His work is done; Crown the King of glory, G.o.d's eternal Son; In my life enthroned, Be Thy reign begun!

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O Christ, when on the shameful tree, Thou bor'st such cruel pain for me, Thine every member felt the smart, And sent its sorrows to Thy heart.

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A crown of thorns Thy temples tore, Thy face, O Christ, vile spittings bore, And cruel hands, O action base!

Smote Thee, defiant, in the face.

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When in Thy thirst, men heard Thee call, Thy lips were drenched with bitter gall; And to Thine ears the words were borne Of blasphemy and ribald scorn.

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Thy hands and feet with nails were riven, The spear into Thy side was driven;-- O Christ, when dying on the tree, How great the pain Thou bor'st for me!

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Now, by Thy Cross, Almighty King, Salvation to the sinner bring, And let Thy sacrifice for me Teach me to sacrifice for Thee.

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O G.o.d of love, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, And on a Cross of suffering sore, That sin and shame in meekness bore.

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Supreme the love the Christ displayed, When He, True G.o.d, True Man was made; When He was scorned, His patience then Shone forth divine, with sinful men.

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Did e'er such mercy lead the great To stoop from high to low estate?

Did e'er such love incline the heart To take the erring sinner's part?

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'Twas G.o.d who loved, 'twas G.o.d who gave His Son our erring souls to save; 'Tis Christ that wins us by the love From earth below to heaven above.

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Win me, O Lord, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, To that bright world whose beauties shine Forever in Thy love divine.

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To Thee, O Father, glory be, And glory, Christ, G.o.d-Man, to Thee, And to the Spirit, Three in One, Now, and while countless ages run.

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When Hades held the Lord of Life, The boast of sin was vaunting high; 'Twas much to wound a sinless soul, But more to see the G.o.d-Man die.

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When Hades held the Lord of Life, The gates were barred to hold Him fast.

No prison bars so closely drawn Were e'er by soul of mortal pa.s.sed.

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When Hades held the Lord of Life, Rejoicing, death beheld Him there;-- "Now close the ancient barriers draw, And drive the prisoner to despair."

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O, blank surprise when Hades shook!

O, ringing joy through all the gloom!

Asunder fell the gates of night, And rose the Conqueror from the tomb.

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Immortal Saviour! death is dead, No more it holds the souls of men; For Thou hast crushed the power of sin, And brought us back to life again.

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When Thou, O Christ, upon the tree, Wert bearing pain for sinful men, The sun, lamenting, hid his face, And clothed himself with darkness then;

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And o'er the world, when noontide came, The light grew faint and faded soon; And men in wonder saw the dark Bring in the night at hour of noon.

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