'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow

The star is dimmed that lately shone;

'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,

The suffering Savior prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,

The Savior wrestles lone with fears;

E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt

The man of sorrows weeps in blood;

Yet he that hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains

Is borne the song that angels know;

Unheard by mortals are the strains

That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.

From Calvary a cry was heard--

A bitter and heart-rending cry;

My Savior! ev'ry mournful word

Bespoke thy soul's deep agony

2 A horror of great darkness fell

On thee, thou spotless holy One!

And all the eager hosts of hell

Conspired to tempt God's only Son.

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,

These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;

But when Jehovah veiled his face,

Unutterable pangs were thine.

4 Let the dumb world its silence break;

Let pealing anthems rend the sky;

Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died that we might never die.

When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of Glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God;

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were all the realms of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine.

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

O sacred head, now wounded!

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown;

O sacred head, what glory,

What bliss, till now, was thine!

Yet tho' despised and gory,

I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered

Was all for sinners' gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain;

Lo! here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve thy place;

Look on me with thy favor;

Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,

Above all joys beside,

When in thy body broken,

I thus with safety hide;

My Lord of life! desiring

Thy glory now to see,

Beside thy cross expiring,

I'd breathe my soul to thee.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I have 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 Christ, 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 mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away;

'Tis all that I can do.

CHO.--Jesus died for you,

And Jesus died for me,

Yes, Jesus died for all mankind;

Bless God, salvation's free.

CHO.--Help me, dear Savior, thee to own,

And ever faithful be;

And when thou sittest on thy throne.

O Lord, remember me.

Great God, when I approach thy throne

And all thy glory see;

This is my stay, and this alone,

That Jesus died for me.

2 How can a soul condemned to die,

Escape the just decree?

Helpless and full of sin am I,

But Jesus died for me.

3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain,

Oh, how can I get free?

No peace can all my efforts gain,

But Jesus died for me.

4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face,

This must be all my plea;

Save me by thy almighty grace,

For Jesus died for me.

O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,

While at thy cross I kneel,

Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,

And all thy sorrows feel.

2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,

This heart so hard before;

I hear thee for the guilty plead,

And grief o'erflows the more.

3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die,

And I a sinner stand;

What love speaks from thy dying eye,

And from each pierced hand!

4 I know this cleansing blood of thine

Was shed, dear Lord, for me;

For me, for all--oh, grace divine!--

Who look by faith on thee.

Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat,

To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat:

No shade like this for me!

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst,

A fountain sparkling free;

And there I quench my desert thirst:

No spring like this for me!

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent

Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:

No home like this for me!

4 For burdened ones a resting-place

Beside that cross I see;

Here I cast off my weariness:

No rest like this for me!

The cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross!

The hallowed cross I see;

Reminding me of precious blood

That once was shed for me.

CHO.--Oh, the blood, the precious blood,

That Jesus shed for me;

Upon the cross, in crimson flood,

Just now by faith I see.

2 The cross, the cross, that heavy cross,

My Savior bore for me;

It bowed him to the earth with grief

On sad Mount Calvary

3 The wounds, the wounds, those painful wounds;

Oh, they were made for me!

His hands and feet, his holy head,

All pierced and torn I see.

4 The death, the death, the awful death!

That Jesus died for me;

I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive,"

His bleeding side I see.

5 The love, the love, the matchless love,

That bled upon the tree!

It melts my heart, it wins my love,

It brings me, Lord, to thee.

Our sins on Christ were laid;

He bore the mighty load;

Our ransom price he fully paid

In groans, and tears, and blood.

2 To save a world he dies;

Sinners, behold the Lamb!

To him lift up your longing eyes;

Seek mercy in his name.

3 Pardon and peace abound;

He will your sins forgive;

Salvation in his name is found,--

He bids the sinner live.

4 Jesus, we look to thee;--

Where else can sinners go?

Thy boundless love shall set us free

From wretchedness and woe.

Are there no wounds for me?

Hast thou received them all?

How can I, Lord, the anguish see,

Beneath which thou didst fall?

2 'Tis over now, I know,--

That suffering life of thine;

Thy precious blood has ceased to flow,

Thou wear'st thy crown divine;

3 But yet, I weeping see

The thorns which pierced thy head;

Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,

For me to death thou'rt led!

4 Meekly, with love divine,

Thy holy head is bent,

And streams of blood, for sins of mine,

Flow where thy side is rent.

5 Beneath this sacred flood

I bow my sinful soul;

Dear Savior, let thy precious blood

Wash me and make me whole.

Did Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears--

The wondering angels see!

Be thou astonished, O my soul!

He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept--that we might weep--

Each sin demands a tear;

In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there's no weeping there.

Rock of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in thee:

Let the water and the blood,

From thy side a healing flood,

Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath and make me pure.

2 Should my tears forever flow,

Should my zeal no languor know,

All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and thou alone;

In my hand no price I bring;

Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyelids close in death,

When I rise to worlds unknown,

See thee on thy judgment throne--

Rock of Ages cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.

CHO.--Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee,

Let me hide myself in thee.

By thy birth, and by thy tears;

By thy human griefs and fears;

By thy conflict in the hour

Of the subtle tempter's power--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

2 By the tenderness that wept

O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;

By the bitter tears that flow'd

Over Salem's lost abode--

Savior, look with thy pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;

By the fearful conflict there;

By thy cross and dying cries;

By thy one great sacrifice,--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;

By thy power the lost to save;

By thy high, majestic throne;

By the empire all thine own,--

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;

All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,

From the cross the radiance streaming

Adds more luster to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure

By the cross are sanctified;

Peace is there, that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide.

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend,

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying Friend!

2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood:

Precious drops, my soul bedewing,

Plead, and claim my peace, with God.

3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before the cross to lie,

While I see divine compassion

Floating in his languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze;

Love I much?--I've much forgiven,--

I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe;

Constant still in faith abiding,--

Life deriving from his death.

When I view my Savior bleeding,

For my sins upon the tree;

Oh, how wondrous!--how exceeding

Great his love appears to me!

2 Floods of deep distress and anguish.

To impede his labors, came;

Yet they all could not extinguish

Love's eternal, burning flame.

3 Now redemption is completed,

Full salvation is procured;

Death and Satan are defeated,

By the sufferings he endured.

4 Now the gracious Mediator,

Risen to the courts of bliss,

Claims for me, a sinful creature,

Pardon, righteousness, and peace!

5 Sure, such infinite affection

Lays the highest claims to mine;

All my powers, without exception,

Should in fervent praises join.

6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;

Form me for thyself alone;

I am thy most costly purchase,--

Take possession of thine own.

I gave my life for thee,

My precious blood I shed,

That thou mightst ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead;

I gave, I gave my life for thee,

What hast thou given for me?

2 My Father's house of light,

My glory-circled throne,

I left for earthly night,

For wand'rings sad and lone;

I left, I left it all for thee,

Hast thou left aught for me?

3 I suffered much for thee,

More than thy tongue can tell,

Of bitterest agony,

To rescue thee from hell;

I've borne, I've borne it all for thee,

What hast thou borne for me?

4 And I have brought to thee,

Down from my home above,

Salvation full and free,

My pardon and my love;

I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee,

What hast thou brought to me?

Come to the cross, where the Savior died,

Look to the Lamb that was crucified;

Turn to the mournful and tragic scene,

Gaze on the suffering Nazarene.

CHO.--Look at the Crucified, look and live!

Look, for eternal life he will give.

Come to the cross, where the Savior died,

Look to the Lamb that was crucified.

2 Fall at the feet of the dying One,

Trust in the name of the Father's Son;

Wash in the fountain of Jesus' blood,

Seek for thy cure in the healing flood.

3 Fly to the arms of his pard'ning love,

Cherish the hope of a crown above;

Taste of the sweetness of sins forgiven,

Lean on the promise of rest in heaven.

Jesus, keep me near the cross

There a precious fountain

Free to all--a healing stream,

Flows from Calvary's mountain.

CHO.--In the cross, in the cross,

Be my glory ever,

Till my raptured soul shall find

Rest beyond the river.

2 Near the cross, a trembling soul,

Love and mercy found me;

There the bright and morning star

Shed its beams around me.

3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God,

Bring its scenes before me;

Help me walk from day to day,

With its shadows o'er me.

4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait,

Hoping, trusting ever,

Till I reach the golden strand,

Just beyond the river.

Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior,

Saw ye my Savior and God?

Oh! he died on Calvary,

To atone for you and me,

And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended, he was extended,

Painfully nailed to the cross;

Here he bowed his head and died;

Thus my Lord was crucified,

To atone for a world that was lost.

3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior!

Prince, and the Author of peace!

Oh! he burst the bars of death,

And, triumphant from the earth,

He ascended to mansions of bliss.

4 There interceding, there interceding,

Pleading that sinners may live;

Crying, "Father, I have died;

Oh, behold my hands and side!

Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"

5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them

When they repent and believe;

Let them now return to thee,

And be reconciled to me,

And salvation they all shall receive."

Deep in our hearts let us record

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;

Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love

Have made the curse a blessing prove;

Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son

Atoned for sins that we have done.

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord

The honors of thy law restored;

His sorrows made thy justice known.

And paid for follies not his own.

4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive,

And let the mourning sinner live;

The Lord will hear us in his name,

Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

Beneath thy cross I lay me down,

And mourn to see thy bloody crown;

Love drops in blood from every vein;

Love is the spring of all thy pain.

2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay,

And spend my longing hours away;

Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain,

And contemplate thy woes again.

3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!

Where inward fears are all suppressed;

Here I shall love, and live secure,

And patiently my cross endure.

O love! who gav'st thy life for me,

And won an everlasting good

Through thy sore anguish on the tree,

I ever think upon thy blood!

2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved

For this cold heart, unworthy thine,

Whom the cold grave and death received,

I thank thee for that grief divine.

3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die

To win eternal life for me,

To bring salvation from on high:

Oh, draw me up through love to thee!

The morning purples all the sky,

The air with praises rings;

Defeated hell stands sullen by,

The world exulting sings.

2 While he, the King all strong to save,

Rends the dark doors away,

And through the breaches of the grave

Strides forth into the day.

3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison

Past fettered he has lain;

But he has mastered death, is risen,

And death wears now the chain.

4 The shining angels cry, "Away

With grief; no spices bring;

Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,

Should greet the rising King!"

Hosanna to the Prince of Light,

Who clothed himself in clay,

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft

And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Savior reigns,

And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say:

Raise your joys and triumphs high;

Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;

Fought the fight; the battle won:

Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;

Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--

Christ hath burst the gates of hell;

Death in vain forbids his rise--

Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King:

Where, O death, is now thy sting?

Once he died our souls to save:

Where's thy victory, boasting grave?

Angel! roll the rock away;

Death! yield up thy mighty prey;

See! he rises from the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise:

Let the world's remotest bound

Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,

Let the strains be sweet and strong;

Shout the Son of God, this morn

From his sepulcher new-born.

4 Heaven displays her portals wide;

Glorious Hero! through them ride!

King of glory! mount the throne--

Thy great Father's and thine own.

'"The Lord is risen indeed!"

The grave hath lost its prey;

With him shall rise the ransomed seed

To reign in endless day.

2 "The Lord is risen indeed!"

He lives to die no more;

He lives his people's cause to plead,

Whose curse and shame he bore.

3 "The Lord is risen indeed!"

Attending angels hear;

Up to the courts of heaven with speed,

The joyful tidings bear.

4 Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord;

Join all the bright celestial choirs,

To sing our risen Lord.

Now for a tune of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son;

Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,

And tell the wonders he hath done.

2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,

And those bright robes he wore above;

How swift and joyful was his flight,

On wings of everlasting love.

3 Among a thousand harps and songs,

Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;

His sacred name fills all their tongues

And echoes through the heavenly plains.

The morning kindles all the sky;

The heavens resound with anthems high;

The shining angels, as they speed,

Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed."

2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred

While Roman guards kept watch and ward;

Majestic from the spoiled tomb,

In pomp of triumph he has come!

3 When the amazed disciples heard,

Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;

Their Lord's beloved face to see,

Eager they haste to Galilee.

4 His pierced hands to them he shows;

His face with love's own radiance glows;

They with the angel's message speed,

And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

Hail! morning known among the blest,

Morning of hope, and joy, and love,

Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,

Pledge of the endless rest above.

2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,

Who from the dead hath brought his Son;

Hope to the lost was then restored,

And everlasting glory won.

3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye

When our Immanuel left the dead;

Faith marked his bright ascent on high,

And hope with gladness raised her head.

I know that my Redeemer lives!

What comfort this sweet sentence gives;

He lives, he lives, who once was dead;

He lives, my ever-living Head.

2 He lives, to bless me with his love;

He lives, to plead for me above;

He lives, my hungry soul to feed;

He lives, to bless in time of need;

3 He lives, to grant me rich supply;

He lives, to guide me with his eye;

He lives, to comfort me when faint;

He lives, to hear my soul's complaint;

4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend;

He lives, and loves me to the end;

He lives, and while he lives I'll sing;

He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

5 He lives, all glory to his name!

He lives, my Savior still the same--

Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:

I know that my Redeemer lives.

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,

Into thy native skies,

Assume thy right;

And where, in many a fold,

The clouds are backward rolled;

Pass thro' these gates of gold,

And reign in light.

2 Victor o'er death and hell,

Cherubic legions swell

The radiant strain;

Praises all heav'n inspire;

Each angel sweeps his lyre,

And claps his wings of fire;

Thou Lamb, once slain.

3 Enter, incarnate God!

No feet but thine have trod

The serpent down;

Blow the full trumpets, blow!

Wider your portals throw!

Savior, triumphant, go

And take thy crown.

4 Lion of Judah, hail!

And let thy name prevail

From age to age;

Lord of the rolling years,

Claim for thine own the spheres,

For thou hast bought with tears

Thine heritage.

Hark! ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above;

Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love;

See, he sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

2 King of glory! reign forever--

Thine an everlasting crown;

Nothing, from thy love, shall sever

Those whom thou hast made thine own;

Happy objects of thy grace,

Destined to behold thy face.

3 Savior! hasten thine appearing;

Bring, oh, bring the glorious day

When, the awful summons hearing,

Heaven and earth shall pass away;--

Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,--

"Glory to our King!"

Jesus comes, his conflict over,--

Comes to claim his great reward;

Angels round the Victor hover,

Crowding to behold their Lord;

Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,

Crown him, everlasting King.

2 Yonder throne for him erected,

Now becomes the Victor's seat;

Lo, the man on earth rejected!

Angels worship at his feet:

Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,

Crown him, everlasting King.

3 Day and night they cry before him,--

"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!"

All the powers of heaven adore him,

All obey his sovereign word;

Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,

Crown him, everlasting King.

See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph,

See the King in royal state,

Riding on the clouds, his chariot,

To his heavenly palace gate!

Hark! the choirs of angel voices

Joyful hallelujahs sing,

And the portals high are lifted

To receive their heavenly King.

2 Who is this that comes in glory,

With the trump of jubilee?

Lord of battles, God of armies,

He has gained the victory;

He, who on the cross did suffer,

He, who from the grave arose,

He has vanquished sin and Satan,

He by death has spoiled his foes.

3 Thou hast raised our human nature,

On the clouds to God's right hand;

There we sit in heavenly places,

There with thee in glory stand;

Jesus reigns, adored by angels;

Man with God is on the throne;

Mighty Lord! in thine ascension,

We by faith behold our own.

All hail the power of Jesus' name,

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fixed this earthly ball;

Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;

Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe

On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

6 O that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall!

We'll join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all.

Come, let us join in songs of praise

To our ascended Priest;

He entered heaven with all our names

Engraven on his breast.

2 Below he washed our guilt away,

By his atoning blood;

Now he appears before the throne,

And pleads our cause with God.

3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows

The weakness of our frame,

And how to shield us from the foes

Which he himself o'ercame.

4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,

Nor blush to wear his name;

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,

Our mouths his praise proclaim.

The head, that once was crowned with thorns,

Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords

Is his--is his by right;

"The King of kings, and Lord of lords,"

And heaven's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,

To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his name to know.

4 To them the cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace, is given;

Their name--an everlasting name;

Their joy--the joy of heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with him above;

Their profit and their joy--to know

The mystery of his love.

6 The cross he bore is life and health--

Though shame and death to him;

His people's hope, his people's wealth,

Their everlasting theme.