John 19:1-3

• [Joh 19:2] The Holly And The Ivy

  The Holly and the Ivy Now both are full well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The Holly bears the crown. Refrain O the rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the quire, Sweet singing in the quire. The Holly bears a blossom, As white as lily-flower; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Savior. Refrain The Holly bears a berry, As red as any blood; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good. Refrain The Holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, On Christmas Day in the morn. Refrain The Holly bears a bark, As bitter as any gall; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to redeem us all. Refrain The Holly and the Ivy Now both are full well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The Holly bears the crown. Refrain

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John 19:17

• [Joh 19:17] Let Me Dwell On Golgotha

  Let me dwell on Golgotha, Weep and love my life away! While I see Him on the tree Weep and bleed, and die for me! That dear blood, for sinners spilt, Shows my sin in all its guilt: Ah, my soul, He bore thy load, Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. Hark! His dying words; “Forgive, Father, let the sinner live; Sinner, wipe thy tears away, I thy ransom freely pay.” While I hear this grace revealed, And obtain a pardon sealed; All my lost affections move, Wakened by the force of love. Farewell world, thy gold is dross, Now I see the bleeding cross; Jesus died to set me free From the law, and sin, and thee! He has dearly bought my soul Lord, accept, and claim the whole! To Thy will I all resign, Now, no more my own, but Thine.

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• [Joh 19:17] Stretched On The Cross, The Savior Dies

  Stretched on the cross, the Savior dies, Hark! His expiring groans arise; See, how the sacred crimson tide Flows from His hands, His feet, His side. To suffer in the traitor’s place, To die for man—surprising grace! Yet pass rebellious angels by— O why for man, dear Savior, why? And didst Thou bleed? for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No! he withdrew his sickening ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day. Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow, And yet my heart unmoved remain, Insensible to love or pain? Come, dearest Lord, Thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief, and ardent love.

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• [Joh 19:17] There Is A Green Hill Far Away

  There is a green hill far away, Outside a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. Refrain O dearly, dearly, has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. Refrain He died that we might be forgiv’n, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to Heav’n, Saved by His precious blood. Refrain There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven and let us in. Refrain O dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him, too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Refrain

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John 19:28

• [Joh 19:28] His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills

  His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And fill with music all the hills; And yet He saith, “I thirst.” All fiery pangs on battlefields; On fever beds where sick men toss, And in that human cry He yields To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked Him then, Was the deep longing thirst divine That thirsted for the souls of men: Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace; Make all my soul athirst for Thee; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me.

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• [Joh 19:28] O Perfect God, Thy Love

  O perfect God, Thy love As perfect Man did share Here upon earth each form of ill Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn We hear Thy voice again; Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst, Parched are Thy lips and dry: How poor the offering man can bring Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings leave To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief Our souls may onward move To gain more likeness to Thy life, More knowledge of Thy love.

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John 19:34

• [Joh 19:34] At The Lamb’s High Feast We Sing

  At the Lamb’s high feast we sing, Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from his piercèd side; Praise we Him, whose love divine Gives His sacred blood for wine, Gives His body for the feast, Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death’s dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel’s hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, Paschal Victim, paschal Bread; With sincerity and love Eat we Manna from above. Mighty Victim from the sky, Hell’s fierce powers beneath Thee lie; Thou hast conquered in the fight, Thou hast brought us life and light; Now no more can death appall, Now no more the grave enthrall; Thou hast opened Paradise, And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. Paschal triumph, Easter joy, Only sin can this destroy; From sin’s death do Thou set free Souls reborn, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Father, to Thee we raise; Risen Lord, all praise to Thee, Ever with the Spirit be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal