At the Cross Her Station Keeping

Two of my favorite hymns of Good Friday for your meditation:

O come and mourn with me awhile,

And tarry here the Cross beside;

O come, together let us mourn:

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

Have we no tears to shed for Him,

While soldiers scoff and foes deride?

Ah! look how patiently He hangs:

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

How fast His hands and feet are nailed;

His blessed tongue with thirst is tied;

His failing eyes are blind with blood:

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

His Mother cannot reach His face;

She stands in helplessness beside;

Her heart is martyred with her Son's;

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

Sev'n times He spoke, sev'n words of love,

And all three hours, His silence cried

For mercy on the souls of men:

Jesus, our Lord is crucified.

A broken heart, a fount of tears,

Ask and they will not be denied;

A broken heart love's cradle is;

Jesus, our Lord is crucified.

O love of God! O sin of man!

In this great act, your strength is tried;

And victory remains with love:

for Thou, Our Lord, art crucified!

Lord Jesus, think on me,

And purge away my sin.

From earth-born passions set me free,

And make me pure within.

Lord Jesus, think on me,

With many a care oppressed;

Let me Thy loving servant be,

And taste Thy promised rest.

Lord Jesus, think on me,

Amid the battle's strife;

In all my pain and misery

Be Thou my health and life.

Lord Jesus, think on me,

Nor let me go astray;

Through darkness and perplexity,

Point Thou the heavenly way.

Lord Jesus, think on me

When floods the tempest high;

When on doth rush the enemy,

O Savior, be Thou nigh!

Lord Jesus, think on me

That, when the flood is past,

I may the eternal brightness see

And share Thy joy at last.

Lord Jesus, think on me

That I may sing above

To Father, Spirit, and to Thee

The strains of perfect love. Amen.