The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

Christ's Love For Sinners

Words: English Traditional

Music: English Traditional

Meter: 8888

Source: G. Walters, A Good Christmas Box (Dudley: G. Walters, 1847; reprinted Ashley: Michael Raven, 2007), p. 9.

This second Carol here I sing,
Of our blessed Savior, Lord and King,
The dear Redeemer of mankind,
Whose love we ought to bear in mind.

When bound in chains of dismal thrall,
By disobedient Adams fall,
To set us free He gladly came,
For ever blessed be his name.

That time so precious to us now,
That name at which all knees shall bow,
That name which we so much adore,
He died lost sinners to restore.

And better to convince the Jews,
Who did his gospel truth refuse,
He showed his power by a sign,
In turning water into wine.

Then with five loaves of barley bread,
And two small fishes He them fed;
Five thousand persons that were there,
They had enough and some to spare.

Both deaf and dumb and blind and lame,
And all that to our Savior came,
By miracles He did restore,
His words were, “Go and sin no more.”

He went about still doing good,
To all for sinful souls that stood.
In need of succor and relief,
His love expelled the pangs of grief.

Though unbelieving Jews beheld
These miracles, their hearts were filled.
With rage against our blessed Lord,
Whose deaths they sought with one accord.

Who can sufficiently express,
With what said grief and heaviness,
Our dear and blessed Redeemer met,
When drops of blood,he seemed to sweat?

Judas betrayed him with a kiss,
The fountain of eternal bliss,
The spring of life,-- the source of love,
More pure than the unspotted dove.

From the high priest an armed band,
With Judas came who took in hand,
The word of Judas being took,
He was by all his friends forsook.

They led him straight to the high priest,
Where malice more and more increased,
Some rave, some scold, some smote his face,
Deriding the best means of grace.

Pilate would very fain have saved
Our Lord, but still he craved,
And with one voice aloud they cried,
“Let him, let him be crucified.”

He was to suffer death therefore,
On his blessed head a crown He wore,
Made of the sharpest prickly thorns,
Reviled with bitter taunts and scorns.

The cross on which he was to die,
Our blessed Savior patiently,
On his blest shoulders bore,
All this he did for us,and more.

Behold the spear that pierced his side,
Behold the cross on which he died,
Behold the sponge of bitter gall,
Then sure some tears of grief must fall.

Behold how him with scorn they treat,
Behold the nails that pierced his feet,
Behold him bleeding on the tree,
Say to thyself, 'Twas done for me.

Still with an eye of faith behold,
Thy Savior's mercies manifold;
Who suffered death that we might live.
To him do praises let us give.

At this blest season of the year,
Let faithful Christians far and near.
Relieve the poor with charity,
That they may feast as well as we.

In honor of this blessed day.
Of our redemption, friends I pray,
All faults forgive, set debtor's free,
Make it a joyful Jubilee.

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