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]

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The Potter's Field
PENGENE SOM JUDAS SLENGTE* [10]
tune: previous tune
 
1 Judas, now remorseful, told them
Of his sinful dread mistake
Of the price for which he sold Him
Full return he now did make.
Shameful hypocrites are they
For God's Son a price to pay
Such blood-money they will never
Use for any church endeavour.
 
2 Without fear to Judas making
Payment for betrayal done
Wrath upon them they are taking
By the blood of God's own Son.
God's own treasury they faint
With blood-money e'er to taint;
Never yet are they refraining
From themselves with God's blood staining.
 
3 Then their wicked council pleases
Thus to buy the potter's field
With the money paid for Jesus,
And agreement thus was sealed,
So that strangers too may have
Place to rest in lowly grave;
They may have no place in heaven
Yet on earth they rest are given.
 
4 O my Jesus, teach me ever
With my heart these depths to sound:
Though all heaven can hold Thee never,
Nor the whole world's widest bound,
With its jewels, gold, and worth,
Yet a simple plot of earth
O'er Thy flesh, O Jesus, setting
Let me never be forgetting.
 
5 But may I be ever learning
From the lowly potter's field
That this frame which I am wearing
And this body forth to yield
Never shall my boasting be
Earth's adornment over me
Gold and pearls and all that flashes
For I am but dust and ashes.
 
6 From earth's simple clay and ashes
I, like Adam once, was made.
As my Potter, Lord, Thou fashioned
All my members that Thou gave.
For Thy fingers fashioned me
In all ways so wondrously
So my earthly clay in story
Speaks of Thy almighty glory.
 
7 Once a stranger, yet God bore me;
Daily I remember well
That my parents all before me
Strangers were in Israel:
But we now a part may share
As God's child and blessed heir
Grafted into Christ by favor
And by Jesus' blood, dear Savior.
 
8 Every day we still are strangers,
Pilgrims on our journey there;
And we ever walk in dangers,
Pilgrim's clothing we do wear.
And when in the grave we're laid
All our splendour soon doth fade
Thanks, O Jesus, for Thy keeping
By Thy blood our restful sleeping.
 
9 Now with joy my heart is waking
While I in this body dwell
With each step that I am taking
That I yet may stand so well
In the refuge of my Lord
Fully as His child restored
Safely in His love supernal
I shall rest till life eternal
 
10 Jesus, grant that by Thy passion
As I wander through this land
I may walk with greatest caution
Thinking always on my end.
Grant me e'er a steadfast faith
When at last I face my death
And on Judgement Day restore me
Into Thy eternal glory.


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