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<h2>O COME AND MOURN WITH ME</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Those who passed by hurled insults at Him, shaking their heads and saying, ‘You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself!’” Matthew 27:39-40</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_f_a_faber_fw.jpg" alt="Frederick William Faber, 1860" width="134.666666666667" height="192"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_f_a_faber_fw.html" target="_blank">Frederick William Faber</a>, 1849, alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Cross,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1861 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stcross.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O come and mourn with me awhile;<br>
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And tarry here the cross beside;<br>
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O come, together let us mourn;<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>Have we no tears to shed for Him,<br>
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While soldiers scoff and foes deride?<br>
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Ah! look how patiently He hangs;<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>How fast His hands and feet are nailed;<br>
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His blessed tongue with thirst is tied,<br>
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His failing eyes are blind with blood:<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>His mother cannot reach His face;<br>
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She stands in helplessness beside;<br>
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Her heart is martyred with her Son’s:<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is Crucified.</p>
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<p>Seven times seven He spoke, seven words of love;<br>
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And all three hours His silence cried<br>
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For mercy on the souls of men;<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>O break, O break, hard heart of mine!<br>
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Thy weak self-love and guilty pride<br>
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His Pilate and His Judas were:<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>A broken heart, a fount of tears,<br>
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Ask, and they will not be denied;<br>
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A broken heart love’s cradle is:<br>
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Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.</p>
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<p>O love of God! O sin of man!<br>
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In this dread act Your strength is tried;<br>
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And victory remains with love;<br>
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For Thou our Lord, art crucified!</p>
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