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AIL that head with sorrows bowing,
Crowned with thorns, with anguish flowing;

And that body pierced and shaken,

Mocked of man, of God forsaken,

Marred beyond the sons of men ;

By Thy death of life the giver,
When we suffer, O deliver!
In our sorrow and our weakness,
Thou who didst prevail by meekness,
Think upon Thy woes again!

When the hour of death is near us,

Be Thou present, Lord, to cheer us:
In that time of fear and sadness
Tarry not, our Help and Gladness,
Saviour of the sons of men!

When our latest breath is failing,
Be Thy Spirit all-prevailing :

When the Tempter's wiles shall prove us,

Shew Thy sacred sign above us,

Hold us, save us, free us then!

WE

E sing the praise of Him who died,|
Of Him who died upon the Cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the Cross we see
In shining letters, God is Love;
He bears our sins upon
the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.

The Cross! it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup;
It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight:
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light;

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of Love;
The sinner's refuge here below,

The angels' theme in heaven above.