Good Friday

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    Toma Well-Known Member Anglican

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    Brethren and friends,

    Please share art that you have experienced on this memorial of the blessed Saviour's Passion today.

    Music from liturgies, poetry, and meditations are welcome...
     
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    GOOD FRIDAY - Daniel Hallows, 1733.

    'Tis I that speak in Righteousness, and will
    You save, and all my Promises fulfil:
    When there was none to help, none that could
    save,
    Then, you my Church, I in remembrance have.
    Tis I, ev'n I, that am the Lord your God,
    'Tis I alone, can save you by my Blood.

    First, let us then, think who it was that died,
    That was for us on this Day crucified;

    It was Christ Jesus, the Eternal Son
    Of the Eternal Father, he alone
    Both God and Man, and yet in Person One.

    His Manhood gave him a Capacity
    Of Suffering, that he for us might die;
    His Godhead 'twas, that did (I do believe)
    The Merit to that Death and Suff'ring give.
    Of both the Natures, he must needs partake,
    That a compleat Redeemer he might make.

    In the next Place, think what those Suff'rings
    were,
    Which Jesus Christ the Son of God did bear,
    When by Consent, his Father on him laid
    The Sins of all, and he the Ransom paid.

    Yeah, tho' he heal'd their Sick, restor'd their Dead,
    And Thousands of them marvellously fed,
    Yea, fed their starves Souls with Food of Life,
    Yet they shew him no Piety, no Relief;
    But the ungrateful, wretched People cry'd,
    Yeah, they all cry'd let him be crucify'd.

    Yet all these suff'rings of his outward Man,
    He patiently does bear and not complain;
    But as a sheep before her shearers dumb,
    Or, as a lamb does to the slaughter come,
    So did he not open his Mouth before
    His Murderers, but all with Silence bore;
    Altho' his shame and pains were so extreme,
    Which they most cruelly inflict on him.

    "But is it not in vain, that I accuse
    The cruel Romans, and more spiteful Jews?
    When you, my Sins, Christ's chief Tormentors were,
    Each Crime a Nail, and Unbelief the Spear:
    You pull'd down Vengeance on his guiltless Haed,
    Oh! burst mine eyes; oh! Heart, with sorrow bleed.
    Lord, melt my Heart, till tears in plenty flow,
    Down from mine eyes, in undissembled woe."

    But tho' His human nature is averse
    To divine wrath, to death, and to the cross,
    Yet, as a sinless Man, he does submit,
    And as both God and Man he chooseth it,
    To be with blood baptized in our stead,
    And straitened was, until accomplished.
    And tells us that for this sad Hour he came,
    Therefore, adds, Father, glorify thy Name.
     
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    Toma Well-Known Member Anglican

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    This music of William BYRD was sung today in my church at the meditation of the words "It is finished".



    Civitas sancti tui facta est deserta.
    Sion deserta facta est,
    Jerusalem desolata est.

    Your holy city has become a wilderness.
    Zion has become a wilderness,
    Jerusalem has been made desolate.
     
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    Toma Well-Known Member Anglican

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    Thank you Incense. :)

    Just for you, there is an Eastern hymn which is very fitting, for its tragedy and lamentation:

    Today is suspended on a tree He who suspended the earth upon the waters.
    The King of the angels is decked with a crown of thorns.
    He who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped in the purple of mockery.
    He who freed Adam in the Jordan is slapped on the face.
    The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the Cross with nails.
    The Son of the virgin is pierced by a spear.
    We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
    We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
    We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
    Show us also Thy glorious resurrection.

    Very meditative setting:

     
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    Consular thanks you! This is one of my most favourite parts of the Thursday service! (it's a more than three hours service but wonderful)
    It so interesting to listen to it in English! Thanks a lot!
    A slight translation difference in here in the The King of the angels is decked with a crown of thorns. we use: The one who crowned angels is now crowned with thorns.
    This is the same in Arabic, borrowed from our brothers the Orthodox (we use the same liturgy), you might notice notes change a wee bit when we switch languages:





    (I will stop putting a lot of my tradition here and enjoy what you Anglicans will share :))
     
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    Hymn: 'When I Survey the Wondrous Cross' Isaac Watts 1707. Reputedly a favourite hymn of Charles Wesley.



    When I survey the wondrous cross
    On which the Prince of glory died,
    My richest gain I count but loss,
    And pour contempt on all my pride.

    Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
    Save in the death of Christ my God!
    All the vain things that charm me most,
    I sacrifice them to His blood.

    See from His head, His hands, His feet,
    Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
    Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
    Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

    His dying crimson, like a robe,
    Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
    Then I am dead to all the globe,
    And all the globe is dead to me.

    Were the whole realm of nature mine,
    That were a present far too small;
    Love so amazing, so divine,
    Demands my soul, my life, my all.
     
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