Eia Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris. You took the nails to hold me. Hear how the mourners cry. Display Title: At The CrossFirst Line: There is pardon, full and freeTune Title: [There is pardon, full and free]Author: Eden Reeder LattaSource: Sunday-School Praises by William J. Kirkpatrick (Cincinnati/New York: Jennings & Pye/Eaton & Mains, 1900). Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last. Fac me plagis vulnerari. Would He devote that sacred head. Born at Haw Patch, IN, the son of a Methodist minister, (also a boyhood friend of hymn writer Willam A Ogden) he became a school teacher. Virgin, ever interceding, Hear me in my fervent pleading: Fire me with your love of Christ.
He moved to Guttenberg, IA, in the 1890s, and continued writing song lyrics for several major gospel composers, including William Ogden, James McGranahan, James Fillmore, and Edmund Lorenz. Jesus gave His very be. Virgin of all virgins best, Listen to my fond request. Alternate version: For sinners such as I? While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. Was that Mother highly blest. He groaned upon the tree? Skip to product information. In 1863 he married Mary Elizabeth Wright, and they had five children: Arthur, Robert, Jennie, two others. Free Resources: Download an MP3: Download At the Cross on MP3 or subscribe to hear it and thousands of hymns: Sheet Music on Sheet Music Plus: Accompaniment Track on Christian Book Distributors: References: Most Popular Hymns: - Day By Day. 1 There is pardon, full and free, At the cross, Whatsoe'er our sins may be, At the cross; Let us now the Lord entreat, With our burdened souls to meet, And bestow that pardon sweet, At the cross. Couldn't load pickup availability. Taxes and shipping calculated at checkout. Passionis fac consortum, Et plagas recolere.
Lyrics by isaac watts, music by ralph e. hudson. At the cross, your sorrow sharing, All your grief and torment bearing, Let me stand and mourn with you. In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. Christ she saw with life-blood failing, All her anguish unavailing, Saw him breathe his very last. G. st. And He died for all of.
Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, She beheld her tender child. In the depths of my poor soul. Mary, fount of love's devotion, Let me share with true emotion.
Nati paenas inclyti. Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret. To the joys of Paradise. Oh, I'll never know the. Thanks be to God for the victory. For the sins of His own nation, Saw Him hang in desolation, Till His spirit forth He sent. The Lord of life demands my death to live for Him with ev'ry breath.
3 There's a joy that all may feel, If in humble faith they kneel, Let us taste that joy so great, Ere it be for us too late, Mercy will not always wait, 4 There's a hope that will endure, It is like an anchor sure, Let us now that hope obtain, That shalt never prove in vain, While believing we remain. During the American Civil War he preached for the Manchester Methodist Church and other congregations (possibly as a circuit rider filling empty pulpits). Lyrics and Information. Of the sole-begotten One! Hail to your conquering King. There Jesus waits for you. F / / C | G / / / | C / / Csus/G | C / / / |. Stabat Mater dolorosa. But drops of grief can ne'er repay. Jesus left Heaven to die. Choosing a selection results in a full page refresh. 1 Corinthians 1:18 - For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.