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And they came to a place nam?d Gethsemane .
And Jesus said to his disciples, ?Sit ye here, while I shall pray.?
The Agony in the Garden Jesus
Could ye not watch with me, one brief hour?
Could ye not pity my sorest need?
Ah! If ye sleep while the tempests lower,
Surely, My friends, I am 'lone indeed. People
Jesu, Lord Jesu,
bowed in bitter anguish,
and bearing all the evil we have done!
Oh, teach us, teach us how to love Thee for Thy love.
Help us to pray, and watch, and mourn with Thee.
Jesus
Could ye not watch with Me one brief hour?
Did ye not say upon Kedron's slope
ye would not fall into the Tempter's power?
Did ye not murmur great words of hope?
People
Jesu, Lord Jesu,
bowed in bitter anguish,
and bearing all the evil we have done!
Oh, teach us, teach us how to love Thee for Thy love.
Help us to pray, and watch, and mourn with Thee.
Jesus
Could ye not watch with Me...? Even so,
willing in heart, but the flesh is vain.
Back to Mine agony I must go.
Lonely to pray in bitterest pain.
Narrator
And they laid their hands on him, and took him,
and led Him away to the high priest.
And the high priest asked him and said unto Him.
High Priest
Art Thou the Christ, the Son of the Blessed? Narrator
Jesus said, Jesus
I am and ye shall see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven! Narrator
Then the high priest rent his clothes, and saith: High Priest
What need we any further witnesses?
Ye have heard the blasphemy! Narrator
And they all condemned him, to be guilty of death. And they bound Jesus and carried Him away
And delivered Him to Pilate.
And Pilate, willing to content the people,
Released Barabbas unto them, and delivered Jesus,
When he had scourged Him, to be crucified. And the soldiers led Him away.
The Processional to Calvary People
Fling wide the gates,
For the Saviour waits to tread in His royal way
He has come from above in His power and love, to die on this Passion day. Fling wide the gates!
The Saviour waits! Fling wide the gates!
The Saviour waits to tread in His royal way His cross is the sign of the love divine
His crown is the thorn-wreath of woe
He bears his load on the sorrowful road
And bends 'neath the burden low. Fling wide the gates!
He waits! The Saviour waits! Fling wide the gates, for the Saviour waits to tread in His royal way.
He has come from above in His power and love, to die on this Passion day ? To die on this Passion day.
Narrator
How sweet is the grace of his sacred face?
And lovely beyond compare? Though weary and worn
With the merciless scorn
Of a world He has come to spare. The burden of wrong
That earth bears along,
Past evil and evil to be. All Sins of Man,
Since the world began,
They are laid ?
Dear Lord ?
On Thee.
People
Then on to the end,
My God and my Friend,
With Thy Banner lifted high!?? Thou art come from above
In thy power and love,
To endure and suffer and die. Fling wide the gates!
He waits! The Saviour waits! Then on to the end,
My God and my Friend,
To suffer, endure, and die. To suffer, endure, and die.
Narrator
And when they had come to the place called Calvary
There they crucified Him ? they crucified Him.
And the malefactors ? one on the right, and the other on the left.
Hymn ? The Mystery of the Divine Humiliation All Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
Where the blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect Man on thee was tortured,
Perfect God on thee has bled! Men only Here the King of all the ages,
Throned in light ere worlds could be,
Robed in mortal flesh is dying,
Crucified by sin for me. Women only O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime!
Very God Himself is bearing
All the sufferings of time!?? Women only Evermore for human failure
By His passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish,
Surely He will know our need. ?All This ? all human thought surpassing ?
This is earth's most awful hour,
God has taken mortal weakness!
God has laid aside his power! Men only From the ?Holy, Holy, Holy,
We adore Thee, O most High,?
Down to earth's blaspheming voices
And the shout of ?Crucify.??? All Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
Where the blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect Man on thee did suffer,
Perfect God on thee has bled!
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Narrator
He made Himself of no reputation, and took up on Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men. And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient unto death ev'n the death of cross.
The Majesty of the Divine Humiliation
Narrator
King ever glorious!
The dews of death are gathering round Thee,
Upon the cross Thy foes have bound Thee.
Thy strength is gone!
Not in Thy Majesty,
Robed in Heaven's supremest splendour
But in weakness and surrender,
Thou hangest here. Who can be like Thee?
Pilate high in Zion dwelling?
Rome with arms the world compelling?
Proud though they be! Thou art sublime! Far more awful in Thy weakness,
More than kingly in Thy meekness,
Thou, Son of God! Glory, and honour -
Let the world divided and take them;
Crown its monarchs and unmake them -
But Thou -
Thou wilt reign! Here in abasement
Crownless,
Poor,
Disrobed,
And bleeding: There, in glory interceding,
Thou art the King! Thou art the King!
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And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up: that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Mankind
God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
For God sent not His Son in to the world to condemn the world;
But that the world through Him might be saved.
God so loved world.?? Hymn ? Litany of the Passion All Holy Jesu, by thy passion,
By the woes which none can share,
Bourne in more than kingly fashion
By thy love beyond compare:
Crucified I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me. All By the treachery and trial,
By the blows and sore distress
By desertion and denial
by thine awful loneliness:
Crucified I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me. Women only By Thy look so sweet and lowly,
While they smote Thee on the Face,
By Thy patience, calm and holy,
In the midst of keen disgrace:
Crucified, I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me. Men only By the hour of condemnation,
By the blood which trickled down,
When, for us and our salvation,
Thou dids't wear the robe and crown:
Crucified, I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me. All By the path of sorrows dreary,
By the Cross, Thy dreadful load,
By the pain, when faint and weary,
Thou dids't sink upon the road?
Crucified, I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for Thee. All By the Spirit which could render
Love for hate and good for ill,
By the mercy, sweet and tender,
Poured upon Thy murderers still:
Crucified I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.
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Narrator
Jesus said,
Jesus
? Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.? Duet
So Thou liftest Thy divine petition,
Pierc'd with cruel anguish through and through
So Thou grievest o'er our lost condition,
Pleading, ?Ah, they know not what they do.? Oh 'twas love, in love's divinest feature,
Passing o'er that dark and murd'rous blot,
Finding e'en for each low fallen creature,
Tho' they slay Thee, one redeeming spot. Yes! And still Thy patient heart is yearning
With a love that mortal scarce can bear.
Thou in pity deep, divine, and burning
Liftest e'en for me Thy mighty prayer. So Thou pleadest, e'en for my transgression,
Bidding me look up, and trust, and live;
So Thou mumurest Thine intercession,
Bidding me look up, and trust, and live; So Thou pleadest,
Yea, he knew not,
For My sake forgive. Hymn ? The Mystery of Intercession All Jesus, the Crucified pleads for me,
While he is nailed to the shameful tree,
Scorned and forsaken, derided and curst,
See how His enemies do their worst!
Yet, in the midst of the torture and shame,
Jesus, the Crucified, breathes my name!
Wonder of wonders, oh! How can it be?
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me! Men only Lord, I have left thee, I have denied,
Followed the world in my selfish pride;
Lord, I have joined in the hateful cry,
Slay him, away with him, crucify!
Lord, I have done it, oh! ask me not how;
Woven the thorns for thy tortured brow;
Yet in his pity, so boundless and free,
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me!
Women only Though thou hast left me and wandered away,
Chosen the darkness instead of the day;
Though thou art covered with many a stain,
Though thou hast wounded me oft and again;
Though thou hast followed thy wayward will;
Yet, in my pity, I love thee still."
Wonder of wonders it ever must be!
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me! All humming Jesus is dying in agony sore,
Jesus is suffering more and more,
Jesus is bowed with the weight of His woe,
Jesus is faint with each bitter throe,
Jesus is bearing it all in my stead,
Pity Incarnate for me has bled;
Wonder of wonders it ever must be!
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me! ?????? _____________________ ?Narrator
And one of the malefactors which were hanged railed on Him saying: First Malefactor
? If thou be the Christ save thyself and us.? Narrator
But the other answering rebuked him, saying: Second Malefactor
? Dost not thou fear God seeing thou art in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward for our deeds: but this man has done nothing amiss.? Narrator
And he said unto Jesus: Second Malefactor
?Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy Kingdom.? Narrator
And Jesus said unto him: Jesus
?Verily I say to thee, today shalt thou be with Me in Paradise .? ?Hymn ? The Adoration of the Crucified All I Adore Thee, I adore Thee!
Glorious ere the world began;
Yet more wonderful Thou shinest,
Though divine, yet still divinest
In Thy dying love for man. ?Women only I Adore Thee, I adore Thee!
Thankful at Thy feet to be;
I have heard Thy accent thrilling,
Lo! I come, for Thou art willing
Me to pardon, even me. ?All I Adore Thee, I adore Thee!
Born of woman, yet Divine:
Stained with sins I kneel before Thee,
Sweetest Jesu, I implore Thee,
Make me ever only Thine. ?????? _____________________ Narrator
When Jesus therefore saw his Mother and the disciples standing by, whom he loved; He saith unto His Mother: Jesus
?Woman! Behold thy son.? Narrator
Then saith He to the disciples: Jesus
?Behold thy mother!? Narrator
There was darkness over all the earth. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Jesus
?My God! My God! Why hast Thou forsaken Me?? Jesus
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?
Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow.
Which is done unto Me,
Wherewith the Lord hath afflicted Me in the day of His fierce anger. The Appeal of the Crucified People
From the Throne of His Cross, the King of grief
Cries out to a world of unbelief:
Oh men and women, afar and nigh,
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? I laid My eternal power aside, I came from the Home of the Glorified,
A babe in the lowly cave to lie. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? I wept for the sorrows and pains of men,
I healed them and helped them and loved them,
But then, they shouted against Me,
? Crucify!? ?Is it nothing to you? Behold Me and see: pierced thro' and thro' with countless sorrows, and all is for you;
For you I suffer, for you I die. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Oh men and women your deeds of shame,
Your sins without reason and number and name,
I bear them all on the Cross on high,
Is it nothing to you? Is it nothing to you that I bow My Head?
And nothing to you that My Blood is shed?
Oh! Perishing souls to you I cry,
Is it nothing to you? ?O come unto Me, by the woes I have borne,
By the dreadful scourge, and the crown of thorns,
By these I implore you to hear My cry,
Is it nothing to you? O come unto Me, this awful price,
Redemption's tremendous sacrifice,
Is paid for you.
Oh! Why will ye die? O come unto Me!
For why will ye die?
Come to Me.
Narrator
After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished saith, Jesus
I thirst. Narrator
When Jesus had received the vinegar, he saith, Jesus
It is finished. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.
Narrator
And he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
Hymn ? All for Jesus All All for Jesus - all for Jesus!
This our song shall ever be,
For we have no hope, nor Saviour,
If we have not hope in Thee! ?Women only All for Jesus - Thou wilt give us
Strength to serve Thee, hour by hour;
None can move us from Thy presence,
While we trust Thy love and power. ?Men only All for Jesus--at Thine altar
Thou wilt give us sweet content;
There, dear Lord, we shall receive thee
In the solemn sacrament. ?Women only All for Jesus - Thou hast loved us;
All for Jesus! Thou hast died;
All for Jesus! Thou art with us;
All for Jesus Crucified. ?All All for Jesus - all for Jesus!
This the Church's song must be
till, at last, her sons are gathered
one in love and one in Thee! Amen. ???????? _____________________ ? Acknowledgements: ? ??????? Lyrics and from the Royal Free Music Society ? (www.rfms.org), corrected; ? ??????? notes from Voices of Musica Sacra at www.voicesofmusicasacra.org) ? edited. ? | 
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