Good Friday Vigil - ‘The Way of the Cross ’ When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation and take me home – what joy shall fill my heart! then shall I bow in humble adoration and there proclaim, my God, how great thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’ Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’
Friday 10th April 2020 from 1.30pm - 3.00pm Live Streamed online from New Laigh Kirk, Kilmarnock
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Jesus is condemned O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder consider all the works thy hand hath made, I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder, thy power throughout the universe displayed: Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’ Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’
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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.
When through the woods and forest glades I wander and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; when I look up from lofty mountain grandeur, and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze: Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’ Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’ And when I think that God his Son not sparing, sent him to die – I scarce can take it in, that on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, he bled and died to take away my sin: Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’ Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, ‘How great thou art, how great thou art!’
Jesus takes up his cross 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.
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? Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
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Jesus meets his mother Mary did you know that your baby boy will some day walk on
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which once was bright as morn!
Mary did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters? Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? This child that you've delivered, will soon deliver you Mary did you know that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man? Mary did you know that your baby boy will calm a storm with
O Lord of life and glory, what bliss till now was thine! I read the wondrous story; I joy to call thee mine. Thy grief and bitter Passion were all for sinners’ gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
his hand? Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? And when your kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God Oh Mary did you know The blind will see, the deaf will hear, the dead will live again
What language shall I borrow to praise thee, heavenly Friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine for ever, and, should I fainting be, Lord let me never, never outlive my love to thee.
The lame will leap, the dumb will speak, the praises of the lamb Mary did you know that your baby boy is Lord of all creation? Mary did you know that your baby boy would one day rule the nations? Did you know that your baby boy is heaven's perfect Lamb? This sleeping child you're holding is the great I am
Be near me, Lord, when dying; O show thy cross to me; and, my last need supplying, come, Lord, and set me free; these eyes, new faith receiving, from thee shall never more; for they who die believing die safely through thy love.
Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry his cross O Sacred Head! sore wounded, with grief and shame bowed down! O Kingly Head, surrounded with thorns, thine only crown! How pale art though with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that face now languish,
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Jesus meets the woman of Jerusalem All to Jesus I surrender All to Him I freely give I will ever love and trust Him In His presence daily live I surrender all, I surrender all
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers. It was my sin that held him there, my pardon he accomplished; his dying breath has brought me life― I know that ‘it is finished’.
All to Thee my blessed Saviour I surrender all All to Jesus I surrender At Thy feet I humbly bow Worldly pleasures all forsaken Take me, Jesus, take me now I surrender all, I surrender all All to Thee my blessed Saviour I surrender all All to Jesus I surrender Lord, I give myself to Thee Fill me with Thy love and power Let Thy blessing fall on me I surrender all, I surrender all All to Thee my blessed Saviour
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I surrender all I surrender all, I surrender all All to Thee my blessed Saviour I surrender all, I surrender all, I surrender all 3.42 Jesus is stripped of his garments 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 souls to glory. Behold the man upon the cross, my sin upon his shoulders;
I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom; but I will boast in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection. Why should I gain from all of this? I cannot give an answer; but this I know with all my heart, his wounds have paid my ransom. 7
Jesus is nailed to the cross 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 souls to glory. Behold the man upon the 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, my pardon he accomplished; his dying breath has brought me life― I know that ‘it is finished’. I will not boast in anything,
no gifts, no power, no wisdom; but I will boast in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection. Why should I gain from all of this? I cannot give an answer; but this I know with all my heart, his wounds have paid my ransom. 8
Jesus dies on the cross 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 This, the pow'r of the cross: Christ became sin for us; Took the blame, bore the wrath We stand forgiven at the cross 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 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 Jesus is taken down from the cross Video who am I casting crowns