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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.
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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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