Church Book ‎#175

175. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising

1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Sing aloud in mournful strain,
Of the sorrows most amazing,
And the agonizing pain,
Which our Saviour
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.

2 He the ruthless scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay,
Sinners by His own stripes curing,
Raising those who wounded lay,
Bore our sorrow,
And removed our pains away.

3 He to liberty restored us
By the very bonds He bare;
And His nail-pierced limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare:
Lo! he draws us
To the Cross, and keeps us there.

4 When His painful life was ended,
Then the spear transfixed His side:
Blood and water thence descended,
Pouring forth a double tide:
This to cleanse us,
That to heal us is applied.

5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;
May we, now Thy Love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,
As our ever-glorious Lord!

Text Information

• First Line: Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
• Latin Title: Prome vocem, mens, canoram
• Author: Santolius Maglorianus (ab. 1650)
• Translator: John Chandler (1837, a.)
• Meter: 8, 7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: Good Friday; Lent, Fifth Sunday; Passion Week

Tune Information

• Name: ST. DENYS
• Meter: 8, 7.
• Key: C Major
• Notes: Composer from index: W. H. Monk, 1861