Blessed Good Friday
Hello to you all. I'm celebrating the Triduum in Dartmouth with my brother Peter this year.
I wanted to share a song with you from our Good Friday service today. Many of them were good, but this one sticks with me.
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ, by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful Word.
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would intervene to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that justice gave.
Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost:
Christ, the Rock of our salvation,
Is the name of which we boast;
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855
I wanted to share a song with you from our Good Friday service today. Many of them were good, but this one sticks with me.
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ, by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful Word.
Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would intervene to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that justice gave.
Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost:
Christ, the Rock of our salvation,
Is the name of which we boast;
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855
9 Comments:
Sometimes we need to dramatically read or just ponder on the words of hymns. They are so... powerful and full of meaning!
I appreciate that hymn as well. Thanks for sharing it. Blessings to you in this Easter season as well.
That was beautiful. God Bless you always!
What's the tune?
That was heartwarming, meaningful!
Thanks for sharing!
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Youtube has a wide selection of versions of this song--from hand-bells to heavy metal... Here are two of the more normal versions:
A Church singing with an organ: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykA7fsmTsDk
A guitarist playing the tune: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWOJAZgaetU
Thanks for sharing that! I decided to hit that Next Blog button and came across your corner of cyber space. I noticed you were from Canada and couldn't go on by without commenting. We are in Ontario.
Blessings!!
Thank you for sharing. There are few days in the Liturgical year that touch my soul the way that Good Friday does.
just want to say..
god bless u friend..
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