cified!

3.
How fast His Hand and Feet are nailed;
His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with Blood;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

4.
Seven times He spoke, seven words of love,
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

5.
Death came, and Jesus meekly bowed;
His failing eyes He strove to guide
With mindful love to Mary's face,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

6.
Come take thy stand beneath the Cross
And let the blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee, drop by drop,
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

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No. 22

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

Sacred Head Surrounded
"O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"

St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)
Melody by H. L. Hassler (1600)
Adaptation as given by J. S. Bach in his "St. Matthew's Passion"

Largo

1.
O Sacred Head, surrounded,
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue come o'er Thee
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

2.
I see Thy strength and vigor
All fading in the strife,
And death, with cruel rigor,
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me!

3.
In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me,
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be;
Beneath Thy Cross abiding,
Forever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.

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No. 23

LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

At the Cross her station keeping
Stabat Mater

Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent.
Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661
Harmonized by N. A. M.

Not too slow

1.
At the Cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

2.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.

3.
O that blessed one, grief laden,
Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden,
Mother of the All-blest one.

4.
How she stood in desolation
Upward gazing on the passion
Of that deathless dying Son.

5.
Who could see, from tears refraining,
Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining
In so great a sorrow bowed?

6.
Who, unmoved, beheld her languish
Underneath His Cross of anguish,
'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd?

7.
For His people'