perfect for celebrating that Jesus is alive! Beautiful day! I wanted to share some verses
and songs that I like, I know their gruesome, but they tell of what He did.
"Then He said to the,'My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death.
Stay here and watch with Me.' He went a little farther and fell on His face,
and prayed, saying, 'O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me;
nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will'...Again, a second time, He went
away and prayed, saying, 'O My Father, if this cup cannot pass away from
Me unless I drink it, Your will be done.' " (Matthew 26: 38-39, 42)
"Then an angel appeared to Him from heaven, strengthening Him. And being
in agony, He prayed more earnestly. Then His sweat became like great drops
of blood falling down to the ground." (Luke 22:43-44)
"Therefore My Father loves Me, because I lay down My life that I may take it
again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to
lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This command I have received
from My Father." (John 10: 17,18)
Nailed Upon Golgotha's Tree
1. Nailed upon Golgotha's tree-
Faint and bleeding. Who is He?
Hands and feet so rudely torn,
Wreathed with crown of twisted thorn.
Once He lived in heaven above,
Happy in His Father's love,
Son of God,'tis He,'tis He,
On the cross at Calvary.
2. Nailed upon Golgotha's tree-
Mocked and taunted. Who is He?
Scorners tell Him to come down.
Claim His kingdom and His crown.
He it was who came to bless,
Full of love and tenderness.
Son of Man,'tis He, 'tis He,
On the cross at Calvary.
3. Nailed upon Golgotha's tree-
As a victim. Who is He?
Bearing sin, but not His own,
Suffering agony unknown.
He, the promised sacrifice,
For our sins has paid the price.
Lamb of God, 'tis He, 'tis He,
On the cross at Calvary.
4.Throned in glorious majesty,
Lord triumphant-Who is He?
Even the same Who came to die,
Now in heaven exalted high;
With adoring hearts we now
At His blessed feet would bow.
Lord of all, 'tis He, 'tis He,
Throned in glorious majesty!
This next one is my personal favorite.
O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head!
1. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead-
To bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.
2. Death and the curse were in our cup-
O Christ, twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup-love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.
3. Jehovah lifted up His rod-
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There's not one stroke for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.
4. The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
5. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou art risen: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou livest in me.
The Father's face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.
I learned this one years ago, but almost never hear it sung.
I Saw One Hanging on the Tree
1. I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
2. Sure, never 'til my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Tho' not a word He spoke.
3. My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt
And helped to nail Him there.
4. Alas! I knew not what I did-
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
5. A second look He gave which said,
"I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die that thou mayest live".
What Love It Was
1. What Love it was that brought Thee down,
Down to the depths in which I lay,
That made Thee leave Thy glory-throne,
In Servant's form to tread Thy way;
Yet lower still to death to go,
That I might never judgement know.
2. My place is now in Thee above,
By virtue of Thy precious blood,
Before Thy Father's face in love,
Made now my Father and my God.
Oh! That my feeble voice might swell
The praise of Him who loves so well.
3. 'Tis love that cannot be explained,
It is too wonderful, too vast,
The heart of God alone contained,
Such thoughts divine in ages past.
But oh! I know it rests on me,
And will throughout eternity.
4. Oh! fill me, Lord, yet more and more,
So that my heart even here below,
From Thy love's rich and boundless store,
Be satisfied and overflow,
Full with the blessing Thou hast given.
The foretaste now of what makes heaven.
This one is one our family's top favorites.
One Day!
1. One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was as black as could be,
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men, my example is He!
2. One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected,
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
Refrain:
Living, He loved me; Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
One day He's coming-oh, glorious day!
3. One day they left Him alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down over His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He!
4. One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
Then He arose, over death He has conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!
5. One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;
Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!
Living, He loved me; Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
One day He's coming-oh, glorious day!
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| "Then He arose, over death He has conquered; Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!" |
"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer,
I have overcome the world." (John 16: 33)
"Can a woman forget her nursing child,
And not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you.
See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
Your walls are continually before Me."
(Isaiah 49:15, 16)
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