O SOLEMN HOUR
1. O solemn hour! O
hour alone,
In solitary night,
When God the
Father's only Son,
As Man, for sinners
lost, undone,
Expires, amazing
sight!
The Lord of glory
crucified!
The Lord of Life has
bled and died!
2. O mystery of
mysteries,
Of life and death
the tree!
Center of two eternities,
Which look with
rapt, adoring eyes,
Onward, and back to
Thee!
O cross of Christ,
where all His pain
And death is our
eternal gain.
3. O how our inmost
hearts do move,
While gazing on
that cross!
The death of the
incarnate Love!
What shame, what
grief, what joy we prove,
That He should die
for us!
Our hearts were
broken by that cry,
"Eli, lama
sabachthani!"
4. Worthy of death,
O Lord, we were;
That vengeance was
our due;
In grace Thou,
spotless Lamb, didst bear
Thyself our sins,
and guilt, and fear;
Justice our Surety
slew.
With Thee, our
Surety, we have died;
With Thee, we there
were crucified.
5. Quickened with
Thee with life divine,
Raised with Thee from
the dead;
Thine Own, now
human and divine,
Shall with Thee in
Thy glories shine,
The Church's living
Head!
We, who were worthy
but to die,
Now with Thee, "Abba Father,'' cry.
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