The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done; the precious ransom's paid; "Receive my soul!" He cries:

See where He bows His sacred head!
He bows His head and dies.

4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine.

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like Thine?

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COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all;
In a full perpetual tide,
Opened when our Savior died.

2 Come in poverty and meanness,
Come defiled, without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,

Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

3 Come in sorrow and contrition,

Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission,

Here the troubled peace, may find: Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more.

4 He that drinks shall live forever; "Tis a soul-renewing flood:

God is faithful; God will never

Break His covenant of blood,

Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when He was glorified.

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SAVIOR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee,
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
O by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany!

2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread mysterious hour
Of th' insulting Tempter's power:
Turn, O turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

3 By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,

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By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice:
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn litany!

4 By Thy deep expiring groan;
By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God:
O from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, reascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany!

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ALAS! and did my Savior bleed,

And did my Sov'reign die,
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear Cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, give myself away, "Tis all that I can do.

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O DARKEST woe!

Ye tears, forth flow!

Has earth so sad a wonder?

God the Father's only Son
Now is buried yonder!

2 O sorrow dread!

Our God is dead.

But by His expiation
Of our guilt upon the cross
Gained for us salvation.

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3 O child of man!

It was the ban

Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins,

And such woe hath wrought Him.

4 See, stained with blood,

The Lamb of God,

The Bridegroom, lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He

May to life restore thee.

5 O Ground of faith,

Laid low in death!

Sweet lips now silent sleeping!
Surely all that live must mourn
Here with bitter weeping.

6 O Virgin-born,

Thy death we mourn,

Thou lovely Star of gladness! Who could see Thy reeking blood Without grief and sadness?

7 Yea, blest is he

Whose heart shall be

Fixed here, who apprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus

To the grave descendeth.

8 O Jesus blest,

My Help and Rest,

With tears I now entreat Thee:

Make me love Thee to the last,
Till in heaven I greet Thee!

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SO rest, my Rest!

Thou ever Blest!

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Thy grave with sinners making; By Thy precious death from sin My dead soul awaking.

2 After Thy strife,

Life of my life,

Thou'rt in the tomb reposing, Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave, Rock of Ages, closing.

3 How cold art Thou,

My Savior, now!

Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee into the cold, dark grave,
That I might gain heaven.

4 Breath of all breath!

I know from death

Thou wilt my dust awaken; Wherefore should I dread the grave, Or my faith be shaken?

5 To me the tomb

Shall be a room

Where I lie down on roses;

Who by faith hath conquered death,
Sweetly there reposes.

6 The body dies

Naught else - and lies

In dust, until victorious

From the grave it shall arise
Beautiful and glorious.

7 Meantime I will,

My Savior, still

Deep in my bosom lay Thee, Ever musing on Thy death: Leave me not, I pray Thee!