O bread to pilgrims given (Passion Chorale)

Hymn – O bread to pilgrims given -Lyrics

O Bread to pilgrims given,
O food that angels eat,
O manna sent from heaven,
For heav’n-born natures meet:
Give us, for thee long pining,
To eat till richly filled;
Till, earth’s delights resigning,
Our every wish is stilled.

O water, life-bestowing,
Forth from the Saviour’s heart
A fountain purely flowing,
A fount of love thou art:
O let us, freely tasting,
Our burning thirst assuage;
Thy sweetness, never wasting,
Avails from age to age.

Jesus, this feast receiving,
We thee unseen adore;
Thy faithful word believing,
We take, and doubt no more:
Give us, thou true and loving,
On earth to live in thee;
Then, death the veil removing,
Thy glorious face to see.

Recording

 
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Detail

  • Tune: Passion Chorale
  • Meter: 76 76 D
  • Style: Lutheran Choral
  • Composer: Hans Leo Hassler (1564 – 1612)
  • Arranger: Johann Sebastian Bach (1685 – 1750)
  • Lyricist: unknown in Hymnal: Maintzisch Gesangbuch (1661)
  • Translator: Ray Palmer (1808 – 1887)
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
  • Performance Copyright © 2011 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved.

O sacred head sore wounded (Passion Chorale)

Hymn – O sacred head sore wounded – Lyrics

1. O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars Thy grandeur?
Can death Thy bloom deflow’r?
O countenance whose splendor
The hosts of heav’en adore!

2. Thy beauty, long desired,
Hath vanished from our sight;
Thy pow’r is all expired,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom Thou diest,
Hide not so far Thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of Thy face.

3. In Thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry,
With Thee for my salvation
Upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
To stand Thy cross beneath,
To mourn Thee, well-beloved,
Yet thank Thee for Thy death.

4. What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me Thine for ever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee.

5. My days are few, O fail not,
With Thine immortal pow’r,
To hold me that I quail not
In death’s most fearful hour;
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me Thine arms extended
Upon the cross of life.

Recording

 
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Details

  • Tune: Passion Chorale
  • Meter: 76 76 D
  • Style: German Reformation
  • Composer: Unknown
  • Lyricist: Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 – 1930) Translated from the German
  • Lyricist: Paul Gerhardt (1608 – 1676)
  • Usage: Lent, Passiontide
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain.
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2016 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved.