[Skooz]

O sacred Head, now wounded

The most gorgeous hymn I have ever heard. I cannot hear this sung without being profoundly moved.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,...?

Indeed.

[Jack Armstrong]

This is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours His own; Let heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan’s empire fell;
Today the saints His triumphs spread, And all His wonders tell.
Hosanna to th’anointed King,
To David’s holy Son; Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, Who comes to men With messages of grace;
Who comes in God His Father’s Name, To save our sinful race.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise;
The highest heav’ns, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise.

[Jack Armstrong]

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
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On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
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When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
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On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

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His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
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On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
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When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.