Lutheran Hymnody
The Hymns
GOOD FRIDAY
171
Upon the Cross Extended
Heb. 9: 28
7. 7. 6. 7. 7. 8.
O Welt, sieh hier dein Leben
Paul Gerhardt
Tr., John Kelly, 1867, alt.
(FIRST TUNE)
O Welt, sieh hier
Heinrich Friese, 1703
ti
a
with
sus
pend
ply
bused
won
e
hath
fill
world,
mul
sore
soul
Lord
vils
so
thy
thy
ing
Thee
der,
ed,
Thy
it
er
the
grief
that
now
cross
caused
4
I
3
Who
2
Come
1
Up
is
hith
on
der,
ed,
Thee?
By
Who
’Twill
See,
ing
sigh
bruised
pon
tend
ex
and
hath
and
num
fes
know
heav
un
con
none
from
the
must
whose
As
woes
make
depth
Life
of
bered
sion
eth,
en
Thy
Blood
And
less
Thee
from
ior
as
all
ev
yields
count
caused
streams
Sav
Through
The
While
caused
we
grief
Prince
I
woe?
’ry
pore.
Thy
breath.
the
His
sands.
is
trans
there
ly
cum
gres
flow
giv
bered,
sion,
eth
en
From
Him
Of
Thy
and
great
hath
soul
dire
heart
free
His
self
sin
With
which
A
guish
ed
not
ter
hands.
know.
o’er.
death.
men.
and
rows
of
ter
blows
raised
e
sigh
Thy
Thou
Sigh
To
sor
deeds
af
shame
and
of
vil
by
wick
dost
an
bit
5
’Tis I who should be smitten
My doom should here be written:
Bound hand and foot in hell.
The fetters and the scourging,
The floods around Thee surging,
’Tis I who have deserved them well.
6
The load Thou takest on Thee,
That pressed so sorely on me,
It crushed me to the ground.
The cross for me enduring,
The crown for me securing,
My healing in Thy wounds is found.
7
A crown of thorns Thou wearest,
My shame and scorn Thou bearest,
That I might ransomed be.
My Bondsman, ever willing,
My place with patience filling,
From sin and guilt hast made me free.
8
Thy cords of love, my Savior,
Bind me to Thee forever,
I am no longer mine.
To Thee I gladly tender
All that my life can render
And all I have to Thee resign.
9
Thy cross I’ll place before me,
Its saving pow’r be o’er me,
Wherever I may be;
Thine innocence revealing,
Thy love and mercy sealing,
The pledge of truth and constancy.
10
How God at our transgression
To anger gives expression,
How loud His thunder rolls,
How fearfully He smiteth,
How sorely He requiteth,—
All this Thy suff’rings teach my soul.
11
When evil men revile me,
With wicked tongues defile me,
I’ll curb my vengeful heart.
The unjust wrong I’ll suffer,
Unto my neighbor offer
Forgiveness for each bitter smart.
12
Thy groaning and thy sighing,
Thy bitter tears and dying,
With which Thou wast opprest,—
They shall, when life is ending,
Be guiding and attending
My way to Thine eternal rest.
Adoration
Opening of Service
Lord’s Day
Worship and Praise
Close of Service
The Church Year
Advent
Christmas
New Year’s Eve
New Year
Epiphany
Transfiguration
Presentation
Lent
Palm Sunday
Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Easter
Ascension
Pentecost
Trinity
St. Michael’s and All Angels
Reformation
St. Andrew
St. John the Apostle
Holy Innocents
Annunciation
Invitation
The Word
Law and Gospel
The Sacraments
Baptism
Lord’s Supper
Confession and Absolution
Confirmation
The Redeemer
Faith and Justification
Sanctification
Consecration
New Obedience
Trust
Stewardship
Christian Warfare
Prayer
The Church
Communion of Saints
Ministry
Missions
Cross and Comfort
Times and Seasons
Morning
Evening
Harvest and Thanksgiving
The Nation
The Last Things
Death and Burial
Judgment
Life Everlasting
The Christian Home
Marriage
The Family
Christian Education
Special Occasions
Cornerstone Laying
Dedication
Church Anniversary
Theological Institutions
Foreign Missionaries
Absent Ones
The Long-Meter Doxology
Carols and Spiritual Songs