HYMNS ON THE PASSION
which can be used in the congregations during Lent
at the weekly service and on Days of Prayer
according to the custom of each place
[by Thomas Kingo]
[from the Gradual of 1699]
[Translation © Mark
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- THE FOURTH WEEK IN LENT
- Judas' Despair
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- 1 Sweetest sin, angel of passion
- How thy smallest seed doth send
- Tender shoots of fairest fashion,
- Promising its flowers to send.
- But thy fruit is shame and wrath,
- Anguish, pain, eternal death,
- Bitter heat and burning hell-fire
- From God's judgement and His fierce ire.
- 2 Judas, like a mirror, shows me
- Each and every source of sin,
- Teaching sinners e'er so closely
- How to flee the grasp of sin.
- Sin and Satan came to him
- His dominion all to win
- That he might betray the Saviour
- Earning Satan's evil favour.
- 3 When he saw the Lord then bearing
- Shame of sin and guilt of death
- Then in anguish he would spare Him
- Now his roguish heart regrets.
- How his conscience thus did sink
- When He took sin's poisoned drink
- When his wish with gall was blended
- And with death eternal ended.
- 4 When he sees the silver pieces
- Price for which his God he sold
- Then his heart its beating ceases,
- Every drop of blood turns cold.
- Coin and money never may
- Help him from his sinful way
- Stamp of death his heart is sealing,
- Pains of hell he soon is feeling.
- 5 See, my soul, how quick he yearneth
- Favour from the priests to earn
- How his conscience sorely burneth
- Such blood-money to return.
- Casting them on Temple floor,
- Rending now his conscience sore
- Many poisoned arrows bearing,
- As his heart is much despairing.
- 6 See his wicked tears forth-breaking-
- Now at last he understood
- What great evil he was making
- All against such holy blood.
- God's own Son he had betrayed,
- Who a captive now was made,
- Bound to cross and shameful dying;
- Judas with remorse is crying.
- 7 But his heart so coldly hardened
- Though God yet would pardon send
- Still he bows himself to Satan,
- Unrepentant to the end.
- All the joyous streams of heaven
- To the ransomed souls e'er given
- He so shamefully despises,
- And to hellish river rises.
- 8 Jesus stands before his viewing,
- Burdened with the whole world's sins,
- Full of woe and shame and ruing
- After Judas' bitter kiss
- Unrepentant still to greet,
- Falling at his Master's feet
- Leaving Jesus in His danger,
- Judas is to grace a stranger.
- 9 More yet, he his Lord betrayeth;
- To God's grace still "Nay" he saith.
- On His blood and wounds he treadeth,
- Swiftly runs the way of death;
- He rejects His pardoning pain
- And His precious bloody stain;
- Now a noose he soon is making,
- Blood of Christ to judgement taking.
- 10 Let me never be accounted
- With this wretched evil man;
- Even if my sins be counted
- More than all the ocean sand!
- Even if I lie within
- Thickest mire of deepest sin
- Satan's many arrows bearing
- Keep me, Lord, from e'er despairing.
- 11 If unto Thy throne and glory
- With my sin I quickly flee
- Then a gracious crown of glory
- Must remain intact for me.
- Even though by sin I can
- Set us all in bond and ban
- Still God has us all forgiven,
- Still His Son as Saviour given.
- 12 Is there any sin that's greater
- Than that Jesus' precious blood
- Were not greater still to dry it
- As He once did dry the flood
- Which from out His heart broke forth
- As He took on Him God's wrath
- Since it was with poison rounded
- And since Satan Him had wounded.
- 13 No! My Jesus' grace surpasses
- All the sins of earth and more,
- All the sinful woe and anguish
- Laid upon His purple sore.
- Safely anchored in His bay,
- All my evil washed away,
- In repentance I will drown me
- Though sin's fetters once had bound me.
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