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GATHERING PRAYER

“Friday”

HYMN: Ride On, Ride On (Tune: Winchester New)
Ride on, ride on, the time is right:
the roadside crowds scream with delight;
palm branches mark the pilgrim way
where beggars sit and children play.

Ride on, ride on, your critics wait,
intrigue and rumour circulate;
new lies abound in word and jest,
and truth becomes a suspect guest.

Ride on, ride on, while well aware
that those who shout and wave and stare
are mortals who, with common breath,
can crave for life, and lust for death. © WGRG, GIA Pub.(CH 4)

“Friday” [cont]

READING: Isaiah 52: 13 – 53: 12

HYMN: Where You There? (remain seated)
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble;
were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble;
were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble;
were you there when they pierced him in the side?

Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble;
were you there when the sun refused to shine? © Melva Costen (VU)

“Friday” [cont]

PRAYER (Based on Psalm 22, Grant us your Peace, David Grant)

HYMN: O Sacred Head Surrounded (remain seated)
O sacred head, surrounded,
by crown of piercing thorn,
O royal head so wounded,
reviled and put to scorn:
death’s shadows rise before you,
the glow of life decays,
yet angel hosts adore you
and tremble as they gaze!

Your youthfulness and vigour
are spent, your strength is gone,
and in your tortured figure
I see death drawing on:
what agony of dying,
what love, to sinners free!
My Lord, all grace supplying,
O turn your face on me!

What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest friend,
for this your dying sorrow,
your mercy without end?
Lord, make me your for ever,
your servant let me be;
and may I never, never
betray your love for me. © Jubilate Hymns (HFTC)

“Friday” [cont]

HYMN: My Song is Love Unknown
My song is love unknown,
my Saviour’s love to me,
love to the loveless shown
that they might lovely be.
O who am I that for my sake
my Lord should take frail flesh, and die?

Sometimes they strew his way,
and his sweet praises sing,
resounding all the day
hosannas to their King.
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
and for his death they thirst and cry.

Why, what has my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
he gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
themselves displease and ‘gainst him rise. © Jubilate Hymns (HFTC)

“Friday” [cont]

Silence

Please leave quietly when you are ready

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