April 6, 2009

  • Holy Week

    O come, O come Emmanuel,

    and ransom captive Israel

    that mourns in lowly exile here

    until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel…

     

    Oh hark now people of Jerusalem,

    throw cloaks and palms under the feet of Him,

    for soon His chosen hour will come

    to rise and ready our heavenly home.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee O Israel!

     

    Watch as He takes into His hands the bread,

    raising it above His regal head,

    and then He offers up the cup-

    His body and blood given unto us.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh earth beneath His weary feet,

    within the Garden drank ye vintage sweet

    as in His agony He shed

    His tears, His blood, O! precious drops of red!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Then by the torchlight our Lord did spy

    His friend who by a kiss did betray

    Him to the law, an unjust arrest

    of Christ, guilty only of innocence.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh the tears that Peter wept

    at knowing our Lord’s prophecy was kept

    of his denying Jesus thrice

    and oh the sobs that filled that sorry night!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    With cruelty they mocked and beat our Lord

    and uttered not a single kindly word.

    If only they knew you were King,

    that you their souls were delivering!

    Though mocked, though beat Emmanuel shall save thee, O Israel!

     

    And still they mocked you at your trial,

    false and unjust all the while.

    Oh God, to think of you in chains

    and suffering through all our mortal pains!

    Away, away Emmanuel! Away you sent Him, Israel!

     

    Even Rome in all her regal might

    found you guiltless in her sight,

    and even had you scourged; despite

    all this the crowd wished you crucified!

    “The cross, the cross, Emmanuel! The cross!” cried all of Israel!

     

    So began that solemn Way

    of the Cross, the price of Sin to pay.

    ‘twas not your debt, but out of your Love

    you paid it to save every one of us.

    O walk, O fall, Emmanuel! Oh see Him bear your sins, O Israel!

     

    To that lonely hill you did bear

    the burden of our sins with care,

    and oh! the sound of nails driv’n

    into the hands sent to us from heav’n!

    Oh watch and see! Emmanuel is pierced for thee, O Israel!

     

    Upon the cross they raised you high,

    that all the world might see you and cry,

    “O God of heaven, who am I

    that for me your dear Son should die?”

    O weep, O mourn! Emmanuel shall die for thee, O Israel!

     

    Arms outstretched and heart open wide,

    on that sad day the Son of God died.

    Though all was given, a spear thrust

    delivered the last of His blood to us.

    O cry, O cry! Emmanuel has died for thee, O Israel!

     

    Come, Mary, lay the fruit of your womb

    into the dark and solitary tomb

    and wait for the end of all pain

    for in three days your Son shall rise again!

    O hush, O hush! Emmanuel shall rise again, O Israel!

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