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<h2>SEE HIM IN RAIMENT RENT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah?” Isaiah 63:1</h3></p>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Edward Monro and Mrs. M. Dearmer, in <em>The English Hymnal</em> (London: Oxford University Press, 1906); this version is a recast of Monro’s “In His Own Raiment Clad,” in <em>A Supplement to Hymns used in the Church of St. John the Evangelist, Leeds</em> (Leeds, England: E. W. Sharp, 1864).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Bridgwater,” adapted from an English traditional melody </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_r_bridgwat.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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<li>“Langport,” English traditional melody </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_a_langport.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>See Him in raiment rent,<br>
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With His blood dyed:<br>
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Women walk sorrowing,<br>
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By His side.
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<p>Heavy that cross to Him,<br>
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Weary the weight:<br>
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One who will help Him stands<br>
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At the gate.</p>
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<p>Multitudes hurrying<br>
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Pass on the road:<br>
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Simon is sharing with<br>
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Him the load.</p>
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<p>Who is this traveling<br>
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With the curst tree—<br>
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This weary prisoner—<br>
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Who is He?</p>
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<p>Follow to Calvary,<br>
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Tread where He rod:<br>
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This is the Lord of life—<br>
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Son of God.</p>
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<p>Is there no loveliness—<br>
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You who pass by—<br>
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In that lone Figure which<br>
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Marks the sky?</p>
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<p>You Who would love Him, stand,<br>
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Gaze at His face;<br>
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Tarry awhile in your<br>
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Worldly race.</p>
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<p>As the swift moments fly<br>
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Through the blest week,<br>
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Jesus, in penitence,<br>
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Let us seek.</p>
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<p>On the cross lifted up,<br>
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Thy face I scan,<br>
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Scarred by that agony—<br>
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Son of Man.</p>
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<p>Thorns form Thy diadem,<br>
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Rough wood Thy throne,<br>
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To Thee Thy outstretched arms<br>
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Draw Thine own.</p>
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<p>Nails hold Thy hands and feet,<br>
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While on Thy breast<br>
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Sinketh Thy bleeding head<br>
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Sore oppressed.</p>
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<p>Loud is Thy bitter cry,<br>
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Rending the night,<br>
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As to Thy darkened eyes<br>
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Fails the light.</p>
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<p>Shadows of midnight fall,<br>
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Though it is day;<br>
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Friends and disciples stand<br>
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Far away.</p>
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<p>Loud scoffs the dying thief,<br>
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Mocking Thy woe;<br>
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Can this my Savior be<br>
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Brought so low?</p>
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<p>Yes, see the title clear,<br>
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Written above,<br>
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“Jesus of Nazareth,”<br>
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Name of love!</p>
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<p>What, O my Savior dear,<br>
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What didst Thou see,<br>
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That made Thee suffer and<br>
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Die for me?</p>
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<p>Child of My grief and pain!<br>
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From realms above,<br>
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I came to lead thee to<br>
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Life and love.</p>
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<p>For thee My blood I shed,<br>
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For thee I died;<br>
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Safe in thy faithfulness<br>
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Now abide.</p>
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<p>I saw thee wandering,<br>
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Weak and at strife;<br>
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I am the Way for thee,<br>
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Truth and life.</p>
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<p>Follow My path of pain,<br>
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Tread where I trod:<br>
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This is the way of peace<br>
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Up to God.</p>
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<p>O I will follow Thee,<br>
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Star of my soul!<br>
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Through the great dark I press<br>
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To the goal.</p>
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<p>Yes, let me know Thy grief,<br>
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Carry Thy cross,<br>
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Share in Thy sacrifice,<br>
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Gain Thy loss.</p>
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<p>Daily I’ll prove my love,<br>
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Through joy and woe;<br>
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Where Thy hands point the way,<br>
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There I go.</p>
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<p>Lead me on year by year,<br>
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Safe to the end,<br>
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Jesus, my Lord, my Life,<br>
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King and Friend.</p>
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