4  Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows;
  yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. 
5  But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities;
  upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. 
6  All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way;
  and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. 

Verse 1
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, see him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected; yes, my soul, 'tis he, 'tis he!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord;
by his Son God now has spoken; 'tis the true and faithful Word.

Verse 2
Tell me, ye who hear him groaning, was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear his cause disowning, foes insulting his distress;
many hands were raised to wound him, none would interpose to save;
but the deepest stroke that pierced him was the stroke that Justice gave.

Verse 3
Ye who think of sin but lightly, nor suppose your evil great,
here may view its nature rightly, here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed; see who bears the awful load;
'tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man and Son of God.

Verse 4
Here we have a firm foundation, here the refuge for the lost:
Christ the Rock of our salvation, his the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded, Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded who on him their hope have built.

Words: Thomas Kelly, 1804, alt.
Music:Geistliche Volkslieder, 1850

32 And they went to a place called Gethsemane. And he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I pray.” 33 And he took with him Peter and James and John, and began to be greatly distressed and troubled. 34 And he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death. Remain here and watch.” 35 And going a little farther, he fell on the ground and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. 36 And he said, “Abba, Father, all things are possible for you. Remove this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” 37 And he came and found them sleeping, and he said to Peter, “Simon, are you asleep? Could you not watch one hour? 38 Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” 39 And again he went away and prayed, saying the same words. 40 And again he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were very heavy, and they did not know what to answer him. 41 And he came the third time and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? It is enough; the hour has come. The Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. 42 Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand.” 

43 And immediately, while he was still speaking, Judas came, one of the twelve, and with him a crowd with swords and clubs, from the chief priests and the scribes and the elders. 44 Now the betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “The one I will kiss is the man. Seize him and lead him away under guard.” 45 And when he came, he went up to him at once and said, “Rabbi!” And he kissed him. 46 And they laid hands on him and seized him. 47 But one of those who stood by drew his sword and struck the servant of the high priest and cut off his ear. 48 And Jesus said to them, “Have you come out as against a robber, with swords and clubs to capture me? 49 Day after day I was with you in the temple teaching, and you did not seize me. But let the Scriptures be fulfilled.” 50 And they all left him and fled. 

Verse 1
"Man of Sorrows," what a name for the Son of God, who came ruined sinners to reclaim!

Chorus
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Verse 2
Bearing shame and scoffing rude, in my place condemned he stood; sealed my pardon with his blood:
Chorus

Verse 3
Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; spotless Lamb of God was he; full atonement, can it be?
Chorus

Verse 4
Lifted up was he to die; "It is finished!" was his cry; now in heav'n exalted high:
Chorus

Verse 5
When he comes, our glorious King, all his ransomed home to bring, then anew this song we'll sing:
Chorus

Words & Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1875

57 Then those who had seized Jesus led him to Caiaphas the high priest, where the scribes and the elders had gathered. 58 And Peter was following him at a distance, as far as the courtyard of the high priest, and going inside he sat with the guards to see the end. 59 Now the chief priests and the whole council were seeking false testimony against Jesus that they might put him to death, 60 but they found none, though many false witnesses came forward. At last two came forward 61 and said, “This man said, ‘I am able to destroy the temple of God, and to rebuild it in three days.’ ” 62 And the high priest stood up and said, “Have you no answer to make? What is it that these men testify against you?” 63 But Jesus remained silent. And the high priest said to him, “I adjure you by the living God, tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God.” 64 Jesus said to him, “You have said so. But I tell you, from now on you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming on the clouds of heaven.” 65 Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy. 66 What is your judgment?” They answered, “He deserves death.” 67 Then they spit in his face and struck him. And some slapped him, 68 saying, “Prophesy to us, you Christ! Who is it that struck you?”

Verse 1
Alas, and did my Savior bleed, and did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?

Verse 2
Was it for crimes that I had done he groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown, and love beyond degree!

Verse 3
Well might the sun in darkness hide and shut its glories in,
when Christ the mighty Maker died for man the creature's sin.

Verse 4
Thus might I hide my blushing face while his dear cross appears;
dissolve my heart in thankfulness, and melt mine eyes in tears.

Verse 5
But drops of grief can ne'er repay the debt of love I owe;
here, Lord, I give myself away; 'tis all that I can do.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: Hugh Wilson, 1825; harm. William H. Doane, 1870, alt.

11 Now Jesus stood before the governor, and the governor asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus said, “You have said so.” 12 But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he gave no answer. 13 Then Pilate said to him, “Do you not hear how many things they testify against you?” 14 But he gave him no answer, not even to a single charge, so that the governor was greatly amazed.  

20 Now the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas and destroy Jesus. 21 The governor again said to them, “Which of the two do you want me to release for you?” And they said, “Barabbas.” 22 Pilate said to them, “Then what shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?” They all said, “Let him be crucified!” 23 And he said, “Why? What evil has he done?” But they shouted all the more, “Let him be crucified!” 

24 So when Pilate saw that he was gaining nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.” 25 And all the people answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!” 26 Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified. 

Verse 1
How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure,
that he should give his only Son to make a wretch his treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss— the Father turns his face away
as wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many sons to glory.

Verse 2
Behold the Man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders;
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished;
his dying breath has brought me life— I know that it is finished.

Verse 3
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no pow'r, no wisdom;
but I will boast in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer;
but this I know with all my heart— his wounds have paid my ransom.

Words & Music: Stuart Townend © 1995 Thankyou Music Ltd (Capitol CMG Publishing / www.capitolcmgpublishing.com)

32 Two others, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him. 33 And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. 34 And Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And they cast lots to divide his garments. 35 And the people stood by, watching, but the rulers scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others; let him save himself, if he is the Christ of God, his Chosen One!” 36 The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wine 37 and saying, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!” 38 There was also an inscription over him, “This is the King of the Jews.”  

44 It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, 45 while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. 47 Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!” 48 And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. 49 And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.

Verse 1
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul! What
wondrous love is this, O my soul! What wondrous love is this,
that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my
soul, for my soul, to bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

Verse 2
When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, when
I was sinking down, O my soul! When I was sinking down
beneath God's righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown for my
soul, for my soul, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul.

Verse 3
To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing; to
God and to the Lamb I will sing. To God and to the Lamb
who is the great "I AM," while millions join the theme, I will
sing, I will sing, while millions join the theme, I will sing.

Verse 4
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on, and
when from death I'm free, I'll sing on. And when from death I'm free,
I'll sing and joyful be; and through eternity, I'll sing
on, I'll sing on, and through eternity, I'll sing on.

Words: Dupuy's Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1811
Music:Southern Harmony, 2nd ed., 1840

45 Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land until the ninth hour. 46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 47 And some of the bystanders, hearing it, said, “This man is calling Elijah.” 48 And one of them at once ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine, and put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink. 49 But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.” 50 And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit. 

51 And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split. 52 The tombs also were opened. And many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, 53 and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many. 54 When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, “Truly this was the Son of God!” 

55 There were also many women there, looking on from a distance, who had followed Jesus from Galilee, ministering to him, 56 among whom were Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of James and Joseph and the mother of the sons of Zebedee. 

Verse 1
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Verse 2
Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to thee,
can rid me of this dark unrest, and set my spirit free.

Verse 3
Thy grace alone, O God, to me can pardon speak;
thy pow'r alone, O Son of God, can this sore bondage break.
No other work, save thine, no other blood will do;
no strength, save that which is divine, can bear me safely through.

Verse 4
I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
and with unfalt'ring lip and heart, I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in his tomb
each thought of unbelief and fear, each ling'ring shade of gloom.

Verse 5
I praise the God of grace; I trust his truth and might;
he calls me his, I call him mine, my God, my joy, my light.
'Tis he who saveth me, and freely pardon gives;
I love because he loveth me, I live because he lives.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1861, alt.
Music: George W. Martin, 1862; harm. Arthur Sullivan, 1874

Today, O good Jesus,
for us you did not hide your face from shame and spitting.
Today, Jesus our Redeemer,
for us you were mocked, abused by unbelievers,
and crowned with thorns.
Today, O good Shepherd,
you laid down your life on the cross for the sheep,
and were crucified with robbers,
and had your sacred hands nailed through.
Today you were laid in the guarded tomb,
and the saints burst open their tombs.
Today, O good Jesus, put an end to our sins,
that on the day of your resurrection
we may joyfully receive your holy body,
and be refreshed with your sacred blood.
Amen.

Mozarabic Rite (11th c.)

7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace.

Verse 1
Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary. Tried by sinful men,
torn and beaten, then nailed to a cross of wood.

Verse 2
Oh, to see the pain written on your face,
bearing the awesome weight of sin. Ev'ry bitter thought,
ev'ry evil deed crowning your bloodstained brow.

Chorus 1
This the pow'r of the cross: Christ became sin for us.
Took the blame, bore the wrath; we stand forgiven at the cross!

Verse 3
Now the daylight flees; now the ground beneath
quakes as its Maker bows his head. Curtain torn in two;
dead are raised to life; "Finished!" the vict'ry cry.
Chorus 1

Verse 4
Oh, to see my name written in the wounds,
for through your suff'ring I am free! Death is crushed to death;
life is mine to live, won through your selfless love!

Chorus 2
This the pow'r of the cross: Son of God, slain for us.
What a love, what a cost— we stand forgiven at the cross!

Words & Music: Keith Getty, Stuart Townend © 2005 Thankyou Music Ltd (Capitol CMG Publishing / www.capitolcmgpublishing.com)

He turned away the wrath of God against our iniquities.
He made an atoning sacrifice for our guilt.
He canceled our debt and forgave our sins.
He became sin so that we might be sinless in God’s sight.
He reconciled all things to himself, making peace.
He presented us holy, blameless, and above reproach.
He gave us access in one Spirit to the Father.
He triumphed over all evil rulers and authorities.
He made us alive so that we might die to sin and live for him.

Douglas Sean O’Donnell (b. 1972)