Hymns for Crucifixion and Resurrection

Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed
Am I a Soldier of the Cross
Beneath the Cross of Jesus
Christ the Lord is Risen Today
Down at the Cross
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
I Know That My Redeemer Lives
Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross
Lead Me to Calvary
Low In The Grave He Lay (He Arose)
O Day of Light and Gladness
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
The Old Rugged Cross
Thine is the Glory
Were You There When They Crucified My Lord
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross


Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed

Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Hudson" by Ralph Hudson 1885 * *

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine--
And bathed in its own blood--
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
'Tis all that I can do.
     At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
     And the burden of my heart rolled away,
     It was there by faith I received my sight,
     And now I am happy all the day!


Am I a Soldier of the Cross

Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1721; Tune: "Arlington" by Thomas Arne 1762 * * *

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith's discerning eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine.


Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Lyrics by Elizabeth Clephane 1868; Tune: "St. Christopher" by Frederick Maker 1881 * */p>

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

O safe and happy shelter,
O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where Heaven's love
And Heaven's justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch
That wondrous dream was giv'n,
So seems my Savior's cross to me,
A ladder up to Heav'n.

There lies beneath its shadow
But on the further side
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide;
And there between us stands the cross
Two arms outstretched to save
A watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my stricken heart with tears
Two wonders I confess;
The wonders of redeeming love
And my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine
Than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.


Christ the Lord is Risen Today

Lyrics by Charles Wesley 1739; Tune: "Easter Hymn" by Lyra Davidica 1708 * *

Christ the Lord is ris'n today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth, reply, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!

Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids His rise, Alleluia!
Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!
Foll'wing our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!
Praise to Thee by both be given, Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!

King of glory, Soul of bliss, Alleluia!
Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
Thee to know, Thy pow'r to prove, Alleluia!
Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!


Down at the Cross/Glory to His Name

Lyrics by Elisha A. Hoffman 1878; Tune: "Glory to His Name" by John H. Stockton 1878 * *

Down at the cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name!
     Glory to his name,
     Glory to his name;
     There to my heart was the blood applied;
     Glory to his name!

I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name!
     Glory to his name,
     Glory to his name;
     There to my heart was the blood applied;
     Glory to his name!

Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name!
     Glory to his name,
     Glory to his name;
     There to my heart was the blood applied;
     Glory to his name!

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete;
Glory to his name!
     Glory to his name,
     Glory to his name;
     There to my heart was the blood applied;
     Glory to his name!


Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lyrics by J. Wilbur Chapman 1910; Tune: "Hyfrydol" by Rowland Pritchard 1830 * *

"Man of Sorrows!" what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
"Full atonement!" can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
"It is finished!" was His cry;
Now in Heav'n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we'll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!


I Know That My Redeemer Lives

Lyrics and music by Fred Fillmore 1917 * *

Based on Job 19:25. The copyright for this hymn was renewed in 1931, but there are lyrics posted here.


Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross

Lyrics by Fanny Crosby 1869; Tune: "Near the Cross" by William Doane 1869 * *

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain;
Free to all, a healing stream,
Flows from Calv'ry's mountain.
     In the cross, in the cross
     Be my glory ever,
     Till my ransomed soul shall find
     Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the Bright and Morning Star
Shed His beams around me.
     In the cross, in the cross
     Be my glory ever,
     Till my ransomed soul shall find
     Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross! O lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day
With its shadow o'er me.
     In the cross, in the cross
     Be my glory ever,
     Till my ransomed soul shall find
     Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross! I'll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever;
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
     In the cross, in the cross
     Be my glory ever,
     Till my ransomed soul shall find
     Rest beyond the river.


Lead Me to Calvary

Lyrics by Jennie Evelyn Hussey 1921 YR; Tune: "King of My Life I Crown Thee Now" by William J. Kirkpatrick 1921 * *

King of my life I crown Thee now--
Thine shall the glory be;
Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow,
Lead me to Calvary.
     Lest I forget Gethsemane,      Lest I forget Thine agony,      Lest I forget Thy love for me,      Lead me to Calvary.

Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,
Tenderly mourned and wept;
Angels in robes of light arrayed
Guarded Thee whilst Thou slept.
     Lest I forget Gethsemane,      Lest I forget Thine agony,      Lest I forget Thy love for me,      Lead me to Calvary.

Let me like Mary, thru the gloom,
Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb--
Lead me to Calvary.
     Lest I forget Gethsemane,      Lest I forget Thine agony,      Lest I forget Thy love for me,      Lead me to Calvary.

May I be willing, Lord, to bear
Daily my cross for Thee;
Even Thy cup of grief to share--
Thou hast borne all for me.
     Lest I forget Gethsemane,      Lest I forget Thine agony,      Lest I forget Thy love for me,      Lead me to Calvary.


Low In The Grave He Lay (He Arose)

Lyrics by Robert Lowry 1874; Tune: "Christ Arose" by Robert Lowry 1874 * *

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
     Up from the grave He arose;
     With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
     He arose victorious from the dark domain,
     And Hhe lives forever, with His saints to reign.
     He arose! He arose!
     Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior,
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!
     Up from the grave He arose;
     With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
     He arose victorious from the dark domain,
     And Hhe lives forever, with His saints to reign.
     He arose! He arose!
     Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!
     Up from the grave He arose;
     With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
     He arose victorious from the dark domain,
     And Hhe lives forever, with His saints to reign.
     He arose! He arose!
     Hallelujah! Christ arose!


O Day of Light and Gladness

Lyrics by Frederick Lucian Hosmer 1903; Tune: "Lancashire" by Henry T. Smart 1835 * *

O day of light and gladness,
Of prophecy and song,
What thoughts within us waken,
What hallowed memories throng!
The soul's horizon widens,
Past, present, future blend;
And rises on our vision
The life that hath no end.

Earth feels the season's joyance,
From mountain range to sea
The tides of life are flowing
Fresh, manifold and free.
In valley and on upland,
By forest pathways dim,
All nature lifts in chorus
The resurrection hymn.

O Lord of life eternal,
To Thee our hearts upraise
The Easter song of gladness,
The Passover of praise.
Thine are the many mansions,
The dead die not to Thee,
Who fillest from Thy fullness
Time and eternity.


O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

Lyrics by Arnulf of Leuven 1200's (attributed falsely to Bernard of Clairvaux); German "O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden" by Paul Gerhardt 1656; Translated into English by James W. Alexander 1829; Tune: "Mein G'müt ist mir verwirret" by Hans Leo Hassler 1601 * *

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown!
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

What thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain.
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place.
Look on me with thy favor,
And grant to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.

Be near when I am dying,
Oh, show thy cross to me,
And for my rescue, flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,
For one who dies believing
Dies safely, through thy love.


The Old Rugged Cross

Lyrics and tune by George Bennard 1913-15 * *

On a hill far away
Sstood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross
Where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
     I will cling to the old rugged cross,
     And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross
So despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
for the dear Lamb of God
Left his glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
     I will cling to the old rugged cross,
     And exchange it some day for a crown.

In that old rugged cross
Stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For 'twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
     I will cling to the old rugged cross,
     And exchange it some day for a crown.

To that old rugged cross
I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then he'll call me some day
To my home far away,
Where his glory forever I'll share.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
     I will cling to the old rugged cross,
     And exchange it some day for a crown.



Thine is the Glory

Lyrics by Edmond Budry 1923; Translated from German by Richard Birch Hoyle 1923; Tune: "Maccabaeus/See, the Conqu'ring hero comes" by George Frideric Handel 1746 * *

Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
Endless is the vict'ry Thou o'er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.
     Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
     Endless is the vict'ry Thou o''er death hast won.

Lo, Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb.
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let His church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
For the Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting.
     Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
     Endless is the vict'ry Thou o''er death hast won.

No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life!
Life is nought without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu'rors, through Thy deathless love;
Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.
     Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
     Endless is the vict'ry Thou o''er death hast won.


Were You There When They Crucified My Lord

Traditional * *

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?


When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Lyrics by Isaac Watts 1707; Tune: "Hamburg" by Lowell Mason 1824 * *

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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