| Song | O Come And Mourn With Me |
| Album | Passiontide Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Frederick Faber |
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| Tags | O Come And Mourn With Me |
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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.
Seven Times He Spoke, Seven Words Of Love;
And All Three Hours His Silence Cried
For Mercy On The Souls Of Men;
Jesus, Our Lord, Is Crucified.
Come, Let Us Stand Beneath The Cross;
So May The Blood From Out His Side
Fall Gently On Us Drop By Drop;
Jesus, Our Lord, Is Crucified.
O Break, O Break, Hard Heart Of Mine!
Thy Weak Self-Love And Guilty Pride
His Pilate And His Judas Were:
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 Dread Act Your Strength Is Tried;
And Victory Remains With Love;
For Thou Our Lord, Art Crucified!
