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Movement 1. On the way to Jerusalem
When o'er the steep of Olivet, the Lord to Salem came,
the crowds their glad hosannas raised, to His beloved Name.
They made the path across the mount, with leafy branches gay,
And spread their robes with eager hands, to deck Messiah's way.
His power has poured the lights of heaven upon the sightless eyes!
His voice has thrilled the silent dead, and bade the sleeper rise!
Hosanna to the Prince who comes to free a race oppressed!
To drive the Gentile from our land and make his people blest!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Blessed is the King of Israel!
Hosanna to the Son of David! Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is He, blessed is He.
Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna!
Movement 2. Before Jerusalem
Like a fair vision in the morning light,
Lay the proud city of Jerusalem;
In all the beauty of its soaring towers,
And flashing domes, and marble palaces.
A diadem on Zion's holy hill,
The glorious Temple in its splendour shone,
With sheen of gold, and pinnacles of snow.
And Jesus paused, and gazed with tearful eyes,
While the hushed multitude stood wond'ring near.
O Jerusalem! O Jerusalem!
Hadst thou but known in this thy day,
Even thou, even thou the things which belong unto peace.
But now they are hid from thine eyes!
For the days shall come upon thee,
When thine enemies shall compass thee around!
They shall dash thee to the ground,
Thee, and thy children within thee!
Hadst thou but known, O Jerusalem,
hadst thou but known, hadst thou but known.
Movement 3. In the Temple
And Jesus entered into the Temple of God,
and cast out them that bought and sold therein,
And he said unto them:
It is written, My house shall be called a house of prayer;
but ye have made it a den of robbers.
Another temple waits thee Lord divine,
The temple of my heart, O make it thine!
Drive far away the sin that would ensnare;
O cleanse Thy courts, and bless Thine altar there.
No voice but Thine can make it free,
From all that is unworthy Thee!
Temptations' wiles Thy sacred courts assail!
O hear my cry! O hear my cry!
then shall my soul prevail!
Another temple waits thee Lord divine,
The temple of my heart, O make it thine!
Bow down thine ear, O Lord, bow down thine ear, O Lord,
for I am poor, am poor and in misery.
Look upon mine adversity and misery,
and forgive me all my sin.
Turn Thee again, O Lord, and let Thine anger cease from us,
turn Thee again, O Lord, turn, O Lord,
and let Thine anger cease from us.
Another temple waits Thee, Lord divine,
The temple of my heart, O make it Thine!
Temptations' wiles Thy sacred courts assail!
O hear my cry! O hear my cry!
Another temple waits Thee, Lord divine,
The temple of my heart, O make it Thine!
Movement 4. The Mount of Olives
Not of this world the kingdom of our Lord;
He sought not victor's wreath, nor monarch's crown.
With peace, and tidings of great joy he came,
Of radiant Heaven, the Way, the Truth, the Life;
A Holy guide through paths of night and time,
He came to die that erring souls may live in sinless joy,
where God's blest mansions shine!
'Twas night o'er lonely Olivet,
The trees their darksome shadows cast;
And slowly up the mountain side,
With weary step the Saviour passed.
No joyous multitude was there,
No garments at his feet were thrown;
The path that led to Bethany,
He trod in sorrow and alone.
The loud Hosannas all were hushed,
The lowly triumph of the day;
And fading in the moonlight pale,
The branches strewn at morning lay.
Thus o'er the brow of Olivet,
The Saviour passed with weary tread;
The beasts have lairs, the birds have nests,
He had not where to lay his head!
He was despised and rejected of men,
A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
Not of this world the kingdom of our Lord;
He sought not victor's wreath, nor monarch's crown;
He came to die that erring souls may live in sinless joy,
where God's blest mansions shine!
Come unto Him, all ye that labour,
and He will give you rest.
Take his yoke upon you and learn of Him.
And ye shall find rest unto your soul.
Come unto Him, ye that are weary, Come!
Just as I am, without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, though toss'd about
with many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, (Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down)
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Movement 5. A New Commandment
And Jesus knowing that His hour was come,
that He should depart out of this world unto the Father,
having loved His own which were in the world,
He loved them unto the end.
And when the supper of the Passover was ended,
He poured water into a bason,
and began to wash his disciples' feet.
And he said: A new commandment give I unto you,
that ye love one another;
even as I have loved you, so love ye one another.
By this shall all men know that ye are mine,
if ye have love one to another.
O Thou whose sweet compassion,
Does through the ages shine;
Can our poor hearts enkindle,
Affection such as Thine?
Of self unmindful ever,
Thy steadfast love shone clear;
A star mid deep'ning shadows,
E'en though the cross was near.
Thou ever blest Redeemer,
Enthroned in Heav'n above,
O help Thy earthly pilgrims,
To love as Thou dost love!
Though dark and wild the pathway,
Our feet shall never tire,
If to our souls Thou givest that spark of sacred fire!
Movement 6. Gethsemane
And when they had sung a hymn,
they went out into the Mount of Olives,
And they passed over the brook Kidron
unto the garden of Gethsemane.
Then said He unto them:
Tarry ye here and watch with me.
And He prayed, saying:
O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me;
nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou wilt.
Thy will be done, the Saviour said,
And bowed to earth His sacred head,
The sands of life had nearly run,
My Father, let Thy will be done,
Thy will, not mine, be done.
No watch His spent disciples kept,
Amid the shadows deep they slept;
But silent Angels waiting there,
Beheld His agony of prayerThy will, not mine, be done.
His soul foresaw the cruel scorns,
The brutal scourge, the crown of thorns,
And, darker than Gethsemane,
The shadows of the accursed treeThy will, not mine, be done.
What though He felt in that dread hour,
The storms of human passion lower!
Nor pain, nor death, His soul would shun,
My Father, let Thy will be done,
Thy will, not mine, be done.
Movement 7. Betrayed and forsaken
And while He yet spake, there came a great multitude
with swords and staves and torches.
And they took Jesus, and bound Him, and led Him away.
Then all his disciples forsook Him and fled.
O was there ever loneliness like His!
From the drear garden of His agony the sinless one was led.
His foll'wers all forsook their Lord and fled;
No gentle tone, no kindly glance was there,
But mocking faces, and harsh words of hate.
The cruel soldiers, the unpitying crowd.
Despised of men, rejected and forsaken!
Ye who sin, and ye who sorrow,
Ye who in temptation fall;
See, O see your blest Redeemer,
Standing in the judgement hall.
See him beaten and derided,
See his flesh by scourges torn;
Turn to Him rememb'ring ever,
'Twas for you the stripes were borne.
Standing 'mid the mocking soldiers,
In the purple robe of scorn;
See His gaze of gentle pity,
From beneath the piercing thorn.
Turn to Him ye heavy laden,
Ye who toil and ye who mourn;
Lo! He looks in love upon you,
'Twas for you the pain was borne.
Movement 8. Before Pilate
Then came Jesus forth from the judgement hall
wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe.
And Pilate said: Behold your King!
And they cried out saying:
Crucify Him! crucify Him!
He stirreth up the people.
Crucify Him! crucify Him!
Shall I crucify your King?
We have no king but Caesar!
Away with this man, and release unto us Barabbas.
Away with this man, Crucify Him!
Take ye Him, and crucify Him!
for I find no fault in Him at all.
Movement 9. The March to Calvary
The Saviour King goes forth to die!
Goes forth in all His glory bright!
And Angels from the realms on high,
Look down to see the wondrous sight.
On, on to Calvary's fateful hill,
reviled by those He came to bless;
But in His suff'ring bearing still
the majesty of righteousness!
The Saviour King goes forth to die!
With weariness and anguish sore,
On, on to death the Saviour goes!
The Roman helmets flash before,
Behind Him shout exultant foes.
The Son of God goes forth to die!
To yield in pain His mortal breath!
To rob the grave of victory,
and take for aye the sting from death!
The Saviour King goes forth to die!
Movement 10. Calvary
And when they came to the place which is called Calvary,
there they crucified Him.
And it was now about the sixth hour
and a darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour,
the sun's light failing;
and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst.
And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, He said:
Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit.
And he bowed His head and gave up the ghost.
Droop, sacred head, upon that breast divine,
the strife is over, the victory is Thine.
Hush, sounds of earth, sink, thou mournful sun;
On Calv'ry's cross, Lo! mercy's work is done.
Gaze, mortal, gaze, the Saviour hangs for thee,
Silent in death upon th'accursed tree.
Love, holiest love, shall earth and heav'n atone,
In fadeless day, from Christ's eternal throne!
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
from thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Amen.
Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy Cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See Thee on Thy Judgement Throne;
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
