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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- Jesus stricken, smitten, and crowned with thorns
- VIL DOG HIMLEN INTET TALE* 
- 1 Yet will heaven naught be speaking
- While our Jesus' goes His way?
- Shall their lies be ever breaking
- Darkened truth by light of day?
- Shall our Jesus, whom we know
- Without guilt did ever go
- Now be beaten, persecuted?
- Shall He now be executed?
- 2 Heaven now in silence lieth
- While they stretch both law and right
- And for friendship now He crieth
- As they turn the screws so tight!
- And the judge doth contemplate
- That this trial is for hate
- Bringing Jesus burden weary
- While true justice still must tarry.
- 3 He the people is amusing-
- To their will they press Him on.
- Every cursed eye be musing
- Yet to see and look upon
- If He now will serve them still
- For their memory so ill.
- Jesus with the scourge is beaten
- With injustice they mistreat Him.
- 4 Whip and scourge we must remember
- Beating Jesus all about
- Every tired and weakened member
- Till the blood comes streaming out!
- Every lash brings deepest woes
- To the flesh and bone it goes
- As a worm we see Him wringing
- And His heart within is stinging.
- 5 After all this bloody lashing
- Which Him covers over all
- On His body they are placing
- Robe of royal purple pall
- With a cloak of honour tied
- They may lead Him forth despised;
- Glorious God in royal clothing,
- They may tread upon with loathing.
- 6 Now they place a crown of hatred
- On the Saviour's sweetest head,
- Which from thorns they quickly plaited
- (Thorns, the curse of sin's first deed)
- Sharp as sword and needle edge
- Serpent's fangs, the dreaded pledge,
- 'Gainst His sacred temple bruising
- Forth His precious blood comes oozing.
- 7 Regal staff doth now await Him,
- (With a reed they Him deride)
- And a crown of thorns they plait Him
- On His head as show of might.
- 'Round His head there now do flood
- Thousand springs of flowing blood;
- He is filled with so much sorrow,
- That My tongue no words can borrow.
- 8 Mockingly they kneel before Him,
- Slap His bloody cheek anon;
- Every scoundrel bows before Him
- And with scorn they spit upon!
- But their wrath demands much more
- Fill Him yet with blood and gore;
- All demand to crucify Him,
- Nothing else will satisfy them.
- 9 O my Jesus, how I wonder
- That my heart for Thee must bleed,
- For my conscience sad doth ponder
- How I scourged Thee oft indeed.
- And my sins so crude and rash
- Hang upon each strike and lash
- Every time that Thou art smitten
- And with many woes art beaten.
- 10 Therefore I will now be scourging
- Every lust within my blood,
- And my soul with tears be purging
- By Thy gracious crimson-flood!
- Now by grace I cry to Thee,
- Precious Jesus, rescue me
- I with faith embrace Thee gladly
- While Thy wounds Thou suffer sadly.
- 11 Crown of thorns which ever stings Thee
- By my sins was formed around!
- My transgressions' wretched fingers,
- Twisted this most awful crown!
- 'Round Thee harshly I did bind
- With my evil stubborn mind,
- Innocence from Thee now draining
- Many streams of blood, Thee staining.
- 12 Therefore daily I'll be weeding
- Thorns and thistles of my sin!
- Let Thy wounds o'er me be bleeding
- From Thy body pure within.
- I will ponder on the thorns
- Which Thou for my soul hast borne,
- All my sin and Satan treading,
- Crush them well while Thou art bleeding.
- 13 With repentance now I tell Thee
- How I scorned Thee with by my hand
- Help me once again to quell me
- And my sin fore'er to ban.
- I am but a broken reed;
- Hear me, Jesus in my need.
- When I strike Thee without measure,
- Cleanse me by Thy gracious pleasure.
- 14 Every time Thy precious glory
- As a fool I cast away
- Spare me yet the wretched story
- Of eternal shame to pay!
- Wash it all in gracious flood
- Blot it out with Thy dear blood.
- That with all my sins forgiven,
- I eternal life am given.
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