3. Man of Sorrows, what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim, hallelujah
Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood
Sealed my pardon with His blood
Hallelujah, hallelujah
4. Savior, You showed Your love
Defeated our sin, poured out Your blood
So we praise You, Lamb that was slain
We offer our lives to proclaim
What a Savior
5. Guilty, vile, and helpless we
Spotless Lamb of God was He
Full atonement, can it be? Hallelujah
Lifted up was He to die
“It is finished” was His cry
Now in heav’n exalted high
Hallelujah, hallelujah
6. Savior, You showed Your love
Defeated our sin, poured out Your blood
So we praise You, Lamb that was slain
We offer our lives to proclaim
What a Savior
7. When He comes, our glorious King
All His ransomed home to bring
Then anew this song we’ll sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
8. Savior, You showed Your love
Defeated our sin, poured out Your blood
So we praise You, Lamb that was slain
We offer our lives to proclaim
9. Savior, You showed Your love
Defeated our sin, poured out Your blood
So we praise You, Lamb that was slain
We offer our lives to proclaim
What a Savior
Verses--Philip Bliss M and C--Devon Kauflin
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11. 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.
12. 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?
13. Oh, the wonderful cross,
Oh, the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die,
and find that I may truly live.
Oh, the wonderful cross,
Oh, the wonderful cross;
All who gather here by grace
draw near and bless Your name.
14. Were the whole realm
of nature mine,
That were an offering
far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul,
my life, my all.
18. Enlarge my heart, warm my affections,
open my lips,
supply words that proclaim
‘Love lustres at Calvary.’
There grace removes my burdens
and heaps them on thy Son,
made a transgressor, a curse,
and sin for me;
19. There the sword of thy justice
smote the man, thy fellow;
There thy infinite attributes were magnified,
and infinite atonement was made;
There infinite punishment was due,
and infinite punishment was endured.
20. Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy
that I might be welcomed as a friend
surrendered to hell’s worst
that I might attain heaven’s best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed
athirst that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory.
entered darkness that I might have eternal
21. My Savior wept that all tears
might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might have endless song,
endured all pain
that I might have unfading health,
bore a thorned crown
that I might have a glory-diadem
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
experienced reproach
that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death
that I might gaze on unclouded
22. O Father, who spared not thine only Son
that thou mightiest spare me,
All this transfer thy love
designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
23. O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step buoyant with delight,
as I see my enemies crushed,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.
24. Go forth, O conquering God,
and show me the cross,
mighty to subdue, comfort and save.
27. Beneath the cross of Jesus
I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, "Come."
Beneath the cross of Jesus
My unworthy soul is won.
28. Beneath the cross of Jesus
His family is my own—
Once strangers chasing selfish dreams,
Now one through grace alone.
How could I now dishonor
The ones that You have loved?
Beneath the cross of Jesus
See the children called by God.
29. Beneath the cross of Jesus—
The path before the crown—
We follow in His footsteps
Where promised hope is found.
How great the joy before us
To be His perfect bride;
Beneath the cross of Jesus
We will gladly live our lives.
32. Our cup was filled with darkness.
Our cup was filled with death.
Christ took our cup and drank it,
and gave us life,
and gave us hope,
gave us Himself.
33. My Father, let this cup pass from me.
My Father, let this cup pass from me;
yet not my will,
O Lord, yet not my will,
O Lord, but Thine be done.
34. In blackest night we hear Him
in dark Gethsemane.
Pleading with the Father
for one more way,
for one more hope,
for one more day.
35. My Father, let this cup pass from me.
My Father, let this cup pass from me;
yet not my will,
O Lord, yet not my will,
O Lord, but Thine be done.
36. Then they took our Savior,
and led Him to a tree;
and there they broke His body,
poured out His life,
put Him to death
to rise again!
37. My Father, let this cup pass from me.
My Father, let this cup pass from me;
yet not my will,
O Lord, yet not my will,
O Lord, but Thine be done.
40. O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
41. 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,
Assist me with Thy grace.
42. What language shall I borrow
to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever,
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to Thee.
W--Paul Gerhardt M--Hans Leo Hassler
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44. There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
45. The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away,
washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
washed all my sins away.
46. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more,
be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
47. E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.
48. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save.
W--William Cowper M--Traditional American Melody
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