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The Prayer Meeting Podcast is a worship podcast where you are invited to sing, play along, or just listen. Music notation of these songs will be available shortly. This week’s episode is an extended worship jam based on the songs of Holy Week, and in particular the events that transpired on Good Friday. Many of these songs were based upon a detailed survey that many of you answered.
2:53 Were You There
5:30 Stabat Mater
7:49 What Wondrous Love Is This
10:05 O Come And Mourn With Me Awhile
13:11 Beneath the Cross of Jesus
16:47 When I Survey/The Old Rugged Cross
23:29 O Sacred Head Once Wounded
27:00 Glory Be To Jesus
32:59 O The Blood of Jesus / The King of Glory
38.20 Nothing But The Blood
41:03 When He Sees the Blood
Feel free to pass this podcast along to anybody whom you feel would be blessed by it. Also, if you’re a musician or worship leader, feel free to use these songs in your own circles. Right Click and select Save to Download the PDF Songsheet.
There is a new survey set up for the best songs for Holy Week. Please complete a survey to help pick the best songs for the next podcast.
PLEASE LEAVE A FIVE-STAR REVIEW. THANK YOU!
Lyrics below:
WERE YOU THERE
Spiritual
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
O, 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?
STABAT MATER
Ascribed to Jacopone Da Todi OFM (d. 1306)
Tr. by R. A. Knox.
By the Cross her vigil keeping
Stands the Queen of sorrows weeping
While her Son in torment hangs;
Now she feels–O heart afflicted
By the sword of old predicted!
More than all a mother’s pangs.
Sad and heavy stands beside him
She who once had magnified him
One-begotten, only-born’
While she sees that rich atoning
Long the moaning, deep the groaning
Of her mother-heart forlorn.
Who, Christ’s Mother contemplating
In such bitter anguish waiting
Has no human tears to shed?
Who would leave Christ’s Mother, sharing
All the pain her Son is bearing,
By those tears uncomforted?
Earth and heaven His cause forsaking,
Now His noble heart is breaking,
Now the laboring breath is still.
Mother, fount whence love flows truest
Let me know the pain thou knewest,
Let me weep as thou hast wept.
WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS
Traditional (early U.S.)
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. When I was sinking down, sinking down sinking down
When I was sinking down, sinking down
When I was sinking down,
Beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul for my soul
Christ laid 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
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on I’ll sing on
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on
Public Domain
O COME AND MOURN WITH ME AWHILE
JB Dykes 1823-76; FW Faber, 1814-63
O come and mourn with me awhile
See, Mary calls us to her side;
O come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and men deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
How fast His feet and hands are nailed:
His blessed tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with blood
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
Sev’n words He spoke, sev’n Words of love.
And all three hours, His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act, Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS
Elizabeth C. Clephane, Frederick C. Maker
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would make my stand;
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a wary land,
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way
From the burning of the noontide heat
And the burden of the day.
Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
And from my smitten heart with tears,
Two woders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious 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.
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), Edward Miller (1731-1807)
[ROCKINGHAM]
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 boaset,
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?
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.
THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
George Bennard
1. On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff’ring and shame
And I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
2. 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.
3. In the 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.
4. To the 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
There His glory for ever I’ll share.
Public Domain
O SACRED HEAD ONCE WOUNDED
Bernard of Clairvaux (c. 1150); tr. Paul Gerhardt
Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612);
Arr. by J.S. Bach (1685-1750) [PASSION CHORALE]
O sacred Head, once wounded
With grief and shame bow’d 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
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace
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 for Thee.
GLORY BE TO JESUS
Edward Caswall, Friedrich Filitz
1. Glory be to Jesus, who in bitter pains
Poured for me the lifeblood, from His sacred veins
2. Grace and life eternal, in that blood I find
Blest be his compassion, infinitely kind!
3. Blest thru endless ages, be the precious stream
Which from sin and sorrow, doth the world redeem
4. Oft as earth exulting, wafts its praise on hi
Angel hosts, rejoicing, make their glad reply
5. Lift ye then yr voices, swell the mighty flood
Louder still + louder, praise the precious blood
Public Domain
O THE BLOOD OF JESUS
Author unknown
O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow.
THE KING OF GLORY
Author unknown
The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And this King of Glory is coming back for me.
The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And He’s just the same today.
Oh, King of Glory, You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And as King of Glory You’re coming back for me.
Yes, King of Glory You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And You’re just the same today.
NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD
Author Unknown
What can wash away our sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For our pardon this we see
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For our cleansing, this our plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
O precious is the flow
That makes us white as snow
No other fount we know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
WHEN HE SEES THE BLOOD
John G. Foot (1880)
Christ our Redeemer died on the cross
Died for the sinner, paid all His due;
Sprinkle your soul with the Blood of the Lamb,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
He will pass, He will pass over you.
Chiefest of sinners, Jesus will save;
All He has promised, that He will do;
Wash in the fountain opened for sin
And He will pass, will pass over you.
Judgment is coming, all will be there,
Each one receiving justly His due;
Hide in the saving, sin-cleansing blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
Oh, great compassion! O boundless love!
O loving kindness, faithful and true!
Find peace and shelter under the blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
All Songs are in the Public Domain.
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The Prayer Meeting Podcast is a worship podcast where you are invited to sing, play along, or just listen. Music notation of these songs will be available shortly. This week’s episode is an extended worship jam based on the songs of Holy Week, and in particular the events that transpired on Good Friday. Many of these songs were based upon a detailed survey that many of you answered.
2:53 Were You There
5:30 Stabat Mater
7:49 What Wondrous Love Is This
10:05 O Come And Mourn With Me Awhile
13:11 Beneath the Cross of Jesus
16:47 When I Survey/The Old Rugged Cross
23:29 O Sacred Head Once Wounded
27:00 Glory Be To Jesus
32:59 O The Blood of Jesus / The King of Glory
38.20 Nothing But The Blood
41:03 When He Sees the Blood
Feel free to pass this podcast along to anybody whom you feel would be blessed by it. Also, if you’re a musician or worship leader, feel free to use these songs in your own circles. Right Click and select Save to Download the PDF Songsheet.
There is a new survey set up for the best songs for Holy Week. Please complete a survey to help pick the best songs for the next podcast.
PLEASE LEAVE A FIVE-STAR REVIEW. THANK YOU!
Lyrics below:
WERE YOU THERE
Spiritual
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
Were you there when they crucified my Lord
O, 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?
STABAT MATER
Ascribed to Jacopone Da Todi OFM (d. 1306)
Tr. by R. A. Knox.
By the Cross her vigil keeping
Stands the Queen of sorrows weeping
While her Son in torment hangs;
Now she feels–O heart afflicted
By the sword of old predicted!
More than all a mother’s pangs.
Sad and heavy stands beside him
She who once had magnified him
One-begotten, only-born’
While she sees that rich atoning
Long the moaning, deep the groaning
Of her mother-heart forlorn.
Who, Christ’s Mother contemplating
In such bitter anguish waiting
Has no human tears to shed?
Who would leave Christ’s Mother, sharing
All the pain her Son is bearing,
By those tears uncomforted?
Earth and heaven His cause forsaking,
Now His noble heart is breaking,
Now the laboring breath is still.
Mother, fount whence love flows truest
Let me know the pain thou knewest,
Let me weep as thou hast wept.
WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS
Traditional (early U.S.)
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. When I was sinking down, sinking down sinking down
When I was sinking down, sinking down
When I was sinking down,
Beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul for my soul
Christ laid 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
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on I’ll sing on
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on
Public Domain
O COME AND MOURN WITH ME AWHILE
JB Dykes 1823-76; FW Faber, 1814-63
O come and mourn with me awhile
See, Mary calls us to her side;
O come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and men deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
How fast His feet and hands are nailed:
His blessed tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with blood
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
Sev’n words He spoke, sev’n Words of love.
And all three hours, His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act, Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Love, is crucified.
BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS
Elizabeth C. Clephane, Frederick C. Maker
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would make my stand;
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a wary land,
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way
From the burning of the noontide heat
And the burden of the day.
Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
And from my smitten heart with tears,
Two woders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious 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.
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
Isaac Watts (1674-1748), Edward Miller (1731-1807)
[ROCKINGHAM]
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 boaset,
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?
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.
THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
George Bennard
1. On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff’ring and shame
And I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
2. 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.
3. In the 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.
4. To the 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
There His glory for ever I’ll share.
Public Domain
O SACRED HEAD ONCE WOUNDED
Bernard of Clairvaux (c. 1150); tr. Paul Gerhardt
Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612);
Arr. by J.S. Bach (1685-1750) [PASSION CHORALE]
O sacred Head, once wounded
With grief and shame bow’d 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
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace
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 for Thee.
GLORY BE TO JESUS
Edward Caswall, Friedrich Filitz
1. Glory be to Jesus, who in bitter pains
Poured for me the lifeblood, from His sacred veins
2. Grace and life eternal, in that blood I find
Blest be his compassion, infinitely kind!
3. Blest thru endless ages, be the precious stream
Which from sin and sorrow, doth the world redeem
4. Oft as earth exulting, wafts its praise on hi
Angel hosts, rejoicing, make their glad reply
5. Lift ye then yr voices, swell the mighty flood
Louder still + louder, praise the precious blood
Public Domain
O THE BLOOD OF JESUS
Author unknown
O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
O the Blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow.
THE KING OF GLORY
Author unknown
The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And this King of Glory is coming back for me.
The King of Glory who died on the tree
Saved my soul and set me free
Fills my life with joy and glee
And He’s just the same today.
Oh, King of Glory, You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And as King of Glory You’re coming back for me.
Yes, King of Glory You died on the tree
You saved my soul and You set me free
You fill my life with joy and glee
And You’re just the same today.
NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD
Author Unknown
What can wash away our sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For our pardon this we see
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
For our cleansing, this our plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
O precious is the flow
That makes us white as snow
No other fount we know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
WHEN HE SEES THE BLOOD
John G. Foot (1880)
Christ our Redeemer died on the cross
Died for the sinner, paid all His due;
Sprinkle your soul with the Blood of the Lamb,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
When He sees the blood,
He will pass, He will pass over you.
Chiefest of sinners, Jesus will save;
All He has promised, that He will do;
Wash in the fountain opened for sin
And He will pass, will pass over you.
Judgment is coming, all will be there,
Each one receiving justly His due;
Hide in the saving, sin-cleansing blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
Oh, great compassion! O boundless love!
O loving kindness, faithful and true!
Find peace and shelter under the blood,
And He will pass, will pass over you.
All Songs are in the Public Domain.
Thank you for listening. The Easter survey is almost complete.
Subscribe to the Prayer Meeting Podcast.