Matthew 27:41-46

• [Mat 27:45] O Darkest Woe

  O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father’s only Son Now lies buried yonder. O sorrow dread! God’s Son is dead! But by His expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. O sinful man, it was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins, And such woe hath wrought Him. Behold thy Lord, the Lamb of God Blood sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. O Ground of faith, Laid low in death, Sweet lips, now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. O blest shall be Eternally Who oft in faith will ponder Why the glorious Prince of Life Should be buried yonder. O Jesus blest, my Help and Rest! With tears I pray, Lord hear me, Make me love Thee to the last, And in death be near me.

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• [Mat 27:45] Throned Upon The Awful Tree

  Throned upon the awful tree, Lamb of God, Your grief I see. Darkness veils Your anguished face; None its lines of woe can trace. None can tell what pangs unknown Hold You silent and alone. Silent through those three dread hours, Wrestling with the evil powers, Left alone with human sin, Gloom around You and within, Till the appointed time is nigh, Til the Lamb of God may die. Hark, that cry that peals aloud Upward through the whelming cloud! You, the Father’s only Son, You, His own anointed One, You are asking “can it be” “Why have You forsaken Me?” Lord, should fear and anguish roll, Darkly o’er my sinful soul, You, who once were thus bereft That Your own might ne’er be left, Teach me by that bitter cry In the gloom to know You nigh.

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Matthew 27:63-64

• [Mat 27:63] Now The Green Blade Rises

  Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain, Thinking that He’d never wake to life again, Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain; Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain, By Your touch You call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

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• [Mat 27:64] Sealed Was The Tomb

  Sealed was the tomb, guarded by soldiers, Brightly the moonlight shone around; Roadway and hill gleamed in the brightness, Flooded with light the garden’s bound. Brighter the light seen ’neath the olives; Forms bright as sunlight, ’mid the trees, Soldiers were there, clad as for warfare; Lo! they are gone, and who are these? See yonder, hast’ning to the city, The trembling soldiers in terror go! Earthquake astounding, strange light surrounding, Drive them away these things to show. Refrain O wonderful light in the garden, That fadeth not away! The King Who was laid in the shadow With vict’ry is crowned this glorious day. Darkly they plan; falsely as darkly, Stories that He was borne away— Borne by His friends, poor weak disciples, Stol’n when the moon was bright as day! Soldiers of Rome ne’er slept on duty, False was the tale for silver told; Death could not hold that mighty Victor! Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold! The morn of glory hath awakened, And death no longer holds boundless pow’r; Empty the prison, Jesus has risen; Time hath no richer, grander hour. Refrain

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