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Songs for Lent

by New York Hymns

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Remember Lord our mortal state How frail our lives, how short the day Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry; Must death forever rage and reign? Or hast thou made mankind in vain? –Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
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Broad is the road that leads to death And thousands walk there together But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. “Deny thyself, and take thy cross” Is the Redeemer’s great command. The fearful soul that tires and faints And walks the ways of God no more Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. Lord let my hopes be not in vain Create my heart entirely new. –Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
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And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! –Words: Charles Wesley, 1763
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And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! –Words: Charles Wesley, 1763
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I’m dying, Mother, dying now; Please raise my aching head, And fan my heated, burning brow, Your boy will soon be dead. Turn o’er my pillow once again, And kiss my fevered cheek; I’ll soon be freed from all the pain, For now I am so weak.
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I’m dying, Mother, dying now; Please raise my aching head, And fan my heated, burning brow, Your boy will soon be dead. Turn o’er my pillow once again, And kiss my fevered cheek; I’ll soon be freed from all the pain, For now I am so weak. –Words: Anonymous
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Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there’s a cross for ev’ryone, And there’s a cross for me. The consecrated cross I’ll bear Till death shall set me free; And then go home my crown to wear, For there’s a crown for me. –Words: Thomas Shepherd, 1693
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Away, my unbelieving fear; Fear shall in me no more have place; My Savior doth not yet appear; He hides the brightness of His face; But shall I therefore let Him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no! I never will give up my shield. –Words: Charles Wesley, 1742
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Thou Man of grief, remember me, Thou never canst Thyself forget. Thy last expiring agony, Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat. Father, if I may call Thee so, Regard my heart’s desire; Remove this load of guilty woe, Nor let me in my soul expire! I tremble, lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine, Long as eternal ages roll. –Words: Charles Wesley, 1762
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He dies the friend of sinners dies our daughters weep around A solemn darkness veils the skies And trembling shakes the ground Ye saints! Approach the anguish view Of Him who groans beneath your load He gives His precious life for you For you he sheds his blood He sheds His precious blood There’s love and grief beyond degree The Lord of glory dies But lo what sudden joys we see Jesus revives The rising God forsakes the tomb Up to His father’s court he flies Cherubs, angels guard him home And shout Him to the skies They welcome Him to the skies The rising God forsakes the tomb Up to His father’s court he flies And all the angels call him home They welcome him back to the skies Words: Isaac Watts, 1709
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Jerusalem! my happy home! Oh, how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? Home, sweet home, my long–sought home, My home in heav’n above. My friends, I bid you all adieu; I leave you in God’s care; And if I here no more see you, Go on; I’ll meet you there. Home, sweet home, my long–sought home, My home in heav’n above. –Words: “F. B. P.”, 1583
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The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh may we all remember well, The night of death is near. We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest: So death will soon disrobe us all, Of what we here possess. –Words: John Leland, 1792
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The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; Oh may we all remember well, The night of death is near. We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest: So death will soon disrobe us all, Of what we here possess. –Words: John Leland, 1792
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Behold the Savior of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree How vast the love that Him inclined, To bleed and die for thee. Hark, how He groans! while nature shakes, And earth’s strong pillars bend! The temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles they will rend. Oh Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like Thine? ’Tis done! the precious ransom’s paid Receive my soul, He cries: See where He bows His sacred head He bows His head and dies. But soon He’ll break death’s anxious chain, And in full glory He will shine –Words: Samuel Wesley, Sr., 1700
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Jesus Dies (Station 12) Alas and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sov’reign die! Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Chorus (not recorded): Oh, come, sinner, you will hear The Savior say, “Weep not for me,” See the Savior on the cross! Oh, sinner, hear Him cry, “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabacthani.” Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’Tis all that I can do. –Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
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It is finished, the redeemer said And meekly bowed his dying head While we his sentence scan Come ye sinners and observe the word Behold the conquests of our lord Complete for sinful man So who shall urge a second claim? The law now no longer can condemn Faith a release can show Justice itself now a friend appears The prison house a whisper hears Loose him and let him go His word divinely finished stands And oh, the praise his love demands Careful may we attend Conclusion to the whole be this Because salvation finished is Our thanks shall never end –Words: Samuel Stennett, 1787, and Michael Van Patter, 2011
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’Tis finished, The Redeemer said, And meekly bowed His dying head. While we the sentence scan, Come sinners, and observe the word, Behold the conquest of the Lord, Complete for sinful man. --- Words: Samuel Stennett, 1787
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What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, To bear the dreadful curse for my soul. What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul! What wondrous love is this, O my soul! When I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown, Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul, Christ laid aside His crown for my soul. When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, When I was sinking down, sinking down. To God and to the Lamb, I will sing. To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing; And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing his love for me. And through eternity, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on; And through eternity, I’ll sing on. And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on; And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on.
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I wish I was a mole down Digging in the dirt I will bring this mountain to its knees. If i was john henry fighting that machine I’d swing my hammer round and make it ring. But they got me locked up, Took me from the scene; I got no breath to speak no breath to sing. One day I’m gonna rise up, Break through walls of stone; Soon as i get breath back in my bones. I would root this mountain down; Let the light come streaming in; When i bring my hammer down I will bring my children in. I heard a voice say wake up A loving voice i know Said pick up your bed and walk right out of here I heard some rushing waters Mighty thunder rolled Stone it rolled away i was free and clear. I would root this mountain down Break through walls of stone When i bring my hammer down I will bring my children home. You saw me on the road now You saw me on the sea You touched my body in the upper room. Don’t you be afraid now Yeah you know its me I have to go but know i’ll be back soon. Come on children raise your head Wipe the sleep out of my eyes Get your hallelujahs out Death is gone, it’s time to rise.

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A collections of songs for the season of Lent, curated from the Sacred Harp hymnal for the traditional stations of the cross.
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released February 19, 2013

Produced by Brian T. Murphy
quarterreststudios.com
Art Direction and Layout: Brannon McAllister
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Texts curated by Bruce Benedict
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New York Hymns is a collaborative effort of musicians, songwriters, and producers from around the country, based out of Brooklyn, New York. Founded by Brian T. Murphy & Brannon McAllister

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