Behold the Wood (Dan Schutte)

Refrain

Behold, behold, the wood of the cross,
On which is hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.

1. Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
upon the ground and die
It shall remain but a single grain,
and not give life

2. And when my hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be
You shall see me lifted up upon a tree.

Composer: Dan Schutte

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O mon peuple / Improperia (Taizé)

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It Is A Thing Most Wonderful (setting: John Ireland)

It is a thing most wonderful,
almost too wonderful to be,
that God's own Son should come from heaven,
and die to save a child like me.

And yet I know that it is true:
he chose a poor and humble lot,
and wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
for love of those who loved him not.

I sometimes think about the cross,
and shut my eyes, and try to see
the cruel nails and crown of thorns
and Jesus crucified for me.

But even could I see him die,
I could but see a little part
of that great love, which, like a fire,
is always burning in his heart.

And yet I want to love thee, Lord;
O light the flame within my heart,
and I will love thee more and more,
until I see thee as thou art.

Text: William Walsham How (1823-1897)
Music: John Ireland (1879-19620

父よゆだねます (テゼ / Taizé)

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託付我靈在你手中 (泰澤/ Taizé)

託付我靈在你手中

阿爸, 我將我的靈魂託付在你手中。
阿爸, 我將我的靈魂託付在你手中。

See also the original Latin version: In Manus Tuas

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Il n'est pas de plus grand amour (Taizé)

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Durch seine Wunden sind wir geheilt (Taizé)

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Adoramus te Christe (Taizé)

Music: Jacques Berthier (English bio) (French bio)

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O Sacred Head Sore Wounded

O sacred head, sore wounded,
defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head surrounded
with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor
the hosts of heaven adore!

Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
hath vanished from our sight;
thy power is all expirèd,
and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
hide not so far thy grace:
show me, O Love most highest,
the brightness of thy face.

I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
me, Shepherd good, for thine;
who to thy fold hast won me,
and fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
incline thy face to me,
this comfort that I lose not,
on earth to comfort thee.

In thy most bitter passion
my heart to share doth cry,
with thee for my salvation
upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
to stand thy cross beneath,
to mourn thee, well-beloved,
yet thank thee for thy death.

My days are few, O fail not,
with thine immortal power,
to hold me that I quail not
in death's most fearful hour;
that I may fight befriended,
and see in my last strife
to me thine arms extended
upon the cross of life.

Text: Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676), vv. 1-3 & 5, tr. Robert Bridges (1844-1930), v. 4 tr. James Waddell Alexander (1804-1859)
Tune: Herzlich thut mich verlangen (Passion Chorale) 76.76D, by Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612)

Meter: 76 76 D

There Is A Green Hill Far Away (England)

There is a green hill far away
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiv'n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav'n
Saved by His precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin.
He only could unlock the gate
Of heav'n, and let us in.

5. O, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Words: Cecil Frances Alexander (1848)
Tune: HORSLEY CM, by William Horsley (1774-1858)

Were You There When They Crucified My Lord? (USA)

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?

Traditional African American Spiritual

In Manus Tuas, Pater (Taizé)

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•  Chinese version
• Japanese version

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