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. (SECOND TUNE) O Welt, ich muss dich lassen Heinrich Isaak, c. 1490 sus with a ti fill ply bused won pend vils so thy thy e hath world, mul sore soul Lord ing Thee der, ed, Thy it er the caused is hith on grief that now cross Who 2 Come 1 Up 3 4 I ing Thee? der, ed, By Who ’Twill See, hath and and ex sigh bruised tend pon num fes know heav woes make depth Life from un con none bered sion eth, en Blood Thy And As all ev yields as less Thee from ior count caused streams Sav I While the must whose of caused we grief Prince sands. woe? pore. breath. the Thy ’ry His Through The ly is trans there cum gres flow giv Sigh To Thou Thy bered, sion, eth en With Of From Him soul dire heart free which sin His self Thy and great hath A ed not guish ter hands. know. o’er. death. men. and of vil by rows of blows sigh e raised ter and sor deeds af shame bit an dost wick 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.