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I Will Lift Up the Cup of Salvation
Hymnal: Christian Worship #116A (2021) Topics: Holy Thursday First Line: I love the LORD, for he heard my voice Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English Tune Title: [I love the LORD, for he heard my voice]
I Will Lift Up the Cup of Salvation
I Will Walk in the Presence of the LORD
Hymnal: Christian Worship #116B (2021) Topics: Holy Thursday First Line: I love the LORD, for he heard my voice Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English Tune Title: [I will walk in the presence of the LORD]
I Will Walk in the Presence of the LORD
I Will Walk in the Presence of God
Author: Marty Haugen Hymnal: Christian Worship #116C (2021) Topics: Holy Thursday First Line: For the love of the One who has heard my cry Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English Tune Title: [For the love of the One who has heard my cry]
I Will Walk in the Presence of God
I Will Take the Cup of Salvation
Hymnal: Christian Worship #116D (2021) Topics: Holy Thursday First Line: I love the LORD, for he heard my voice Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English Tune Title: [I love the LORD, for he heard my voice]
I Will Take the Cup of Salvation
O Sacred Head
Author: James Waddell Alexander; Paul Gerhardt; Henri Capieu Hymnal: Voices United #145 (1996) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Holy Thursday Year B; Holy Thursday Year C First Line: O sacred head, sore wounded (Ô douloureux visage) Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown:
how art thou pale with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn;
how does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!
2 Thy grief and bitter passion
were all for sinners' gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the cruel pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour,
turn not from me thy face;
but look on me with favour,
and grant to me thy grace.
3 What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.
4 Be near me when I am dying,
O show thy cross to me;
and for my succour flying,
come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
from thee shall not remove,
for all who die believing,
die safely through thy love.
[French translation under copyright] Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head
What Wondrous Love Is This
Author: Claude Rozier Hymnal: Voices United #147 (1996) Meter: 12.9.12.9 Topics: Holy Thursday Year C; Holy thursday Year ABC First Line: What wondrous love is this, O my soul (Ô merveilleux amour pour ma vie) Lyrics: 1 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
what wondrous love is this, O my soul!
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.
2 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
what wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, that caused the Lord of life
to lay aside his crown for my soul, for my soul,
to lay aside his crown for my soul.
3 To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing,
to God and to the Lamb, I will sing:
to God and to the Lamb who is the great I AM,
while millions join the theme I will sing, I will sing;
while millions join the theme I will sing.
4 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;
and when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be,
and through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And through eternity I’ll sing on. Languages: English; French Tune Title: WONDROUS LOVE
What Wondrous Love Is This
Zion, to thy Savior singing
Author: Thomas Aquinas Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #311 (1913) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: The Church Year Holy Thursday; The Church Year Holy Thursday Lyrics: 1 Zion, to thy Savior singing,
To thy prince and shepherd bringing
Sweetest hymns of love and praise,
Thou wilt never reach the measure
Of His worth, by all the treasure
Of thy most ecstatic lays.
2 Of all wonders that can thrill thee,
And with adoration fill thee,
What than this can greater be,
That Himself to thee He giveth?
He that eateth ever liveth,
For the Bread of life is He.
3 Fill thy lips to overflowing
With sweet praise, His mercy showing
Who this heavenly table spread:
On this day so glad and holy,
To each longing spirit lowly
Giveth He the living bread.
4 Here the King hath spread His table,
Whereon eyes of faith are able
Christ our Passover to trace:
Shadows of the law are going,
Light and life and truth inflowing,
Night to day is giving place.
5 Lo, this blessed food descending
Heavenly love is hither sending.
Hungry lips on earth to feed:
So the paschal lamb was given,
So the manna came from heaven,
Isaac was His type indeed.
6 O good Shepherd, bread life-giving,
Us, Thy grace and life receiving,
Feed and shelter evermore;
Thou on earth our weakness guiding,
We in heaven with Thee abiding
With all saints will Thee adore. Tune Title: [Zion, to thy Savior singing]
Zion, to thy Savior singing
For the Bread Which You Have Broken
Author: Louis FitzGerald Benson Hymnal: Voices United #470 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Holy Thursday Year B; Holy thursday Year ABC Lyrics: 1 For the bread which you have broken,
for the wine which you have poured,
for the words, which you have spoken,
now we give you thanks, O Lord.
2 By this promise that you love us,
by your gift of peace restored,
by your call to heaven above us,
hallow all our lives, O Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: KINGDOM
For the Bread Which You Have Broken
O sinner, for a little space
Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #309 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: The Church Year Holy Thursday; The Church Year Holy Thursday Lyrics: 1 O sinner, for a little space
Lift up thine eyes, discerning
How terrible a thing is sin;
And so to wisdom turning,
Upon the crucified One look,
And thou shalt read, as in a book,
What well is worth thy learning.
2 Look on His head, that bleeding head,
With crown of thorns surrounded;
Look on His sacred hands and feet,
Which piercing nails have wounded;
See every limb with scourges rent;
On Him, the just, the innocent,
What malice hath abounded!
3 'Tis not alone those tender limbs
With so much pain are aching;
For the ingratitude of man
His heart within is breaking.
O fearful was the chastisement
The Son of Mary underwent,
The place of sinners taking.
4 No man has any sorrow borne
Like unto that affliction,
When Jesus for our sake endured
His people's contradiction;
Beyond imagination were
The sufferings He willed to bear
In that dread crucifixion.
5 Now mark, O man, and ponder well
Sin's awful condemnation.
For whom were all those wounded endured?
To purchase thy salvation.
Had Jesus never bled and died,
Then what could thee and all betide
But fiery reprobation?
6 Flee, therefore, sinner, flee from sin
And Satan's wiles ensnaring;
Flee from those everlasting flames
For evil ones preparing.
O thank thy Savior, and entreat
To rest hereafter at His feet,
The life eternal sharing. Languages: English Tune Title: [O sinner, for a little space]
O sinner, for a little space
Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs
Author: E.H. Bickersteth Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #310 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Holy Thursday; The Church Year Holy Thursday Lyrics: 1 Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs
With trembling hand that from Thy table fall,
A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes
To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call.
2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
Too long a wanderer, and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.
3 One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look,
And I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.
4 And is not mercy Thy prerogative--
Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, divine?
Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive,
And Thine the greater glory, only Thine.
5 I hear Thy voice; Thou bidst me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercéd feet;
Thou bidst me take my place, a welcome guest
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.
6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer.
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,
Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me. Tune Title: [Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs]
Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs
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