2 [Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;

One who will help Him waits

At the gate.

6 [You who would love Him stand,

Gaze at His face:
Tarry awhile on your

Earthly race.

12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear;

No voice is nigh to say

Help is near.

13 Shadows of midnight fall,

Though it is day:

Thy friends and kinsfolk stand

Far away.

14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast

Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.

15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:

Can it, my Saviour, be

All for me?

16 Gazing, afar from Thee,

Silent and lone,

Stand those few weepers Thou

Callest Thine own.

18 What, O my Saviour, Here didst Thou see,

Which made Thee suffer and

Die for me?

[IV. The Appeal from the Cross.

19 Child of My grief and pain, Watched by My love;

I came to call thee to

Realms above.

20 I saw thee wandering Far off from Me:

In love I seek for thee;

Do not flee.

21 For thee My blood I shed,

For thee alone;

I came to purchase thee,

For Mine own.

22 Weep thou not for My grief, Child of My love;

Strive to be with Me in

Heaven above.]

V. Our Cry to Jesus.

23 Oh, I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,

Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.

24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day by me;

Mind not how heavy, if

But with Thee.

25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save

Thee alone.

26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;

With Thee, when morning breaks

Ever to be.

The hymn can be shortened by omitting the bracketed verses.

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Also the following:

360 O Jesu, Lord most merciful.

361 Christ, the Life of all the living.
362 Glory be to Jesus.

364 O Jesu, we adore Thee.

365 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus.
530 Jesu, in Thy dying woes.
544 There is a green hill far away.

Easter Even.

RESTING from His work to-day,

In the tomb the Saviour lay;

Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.

2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.

3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend:
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmèd cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.

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