Welcome to everyone able to join us online for our Good Friday evening service this year. It’s comforting to many to know that we are listening together at this time.
Come and see, come and see, come and see the King of love;
See the purple robe and crown of thorns he wears.
Soldiers mock, rulers sneer as he lifts the cruel cross;
Lone and friendless now he climbs towards the hill.
We worship at your feet, where wrath and mercy meet,
And a guilty world is washed by love’s pure stream.
For us he was made sin – oh, help me take it in.
Deep wounds of love cry out ‘Father, forgive’.
I worship, I worship the Lamb who was slain.
Come and weep, come and mourn for your sin that pierced him there;
So much deeper than the wounds of thorn and nail.
All our pride, all our greed, all our fallenness and shame;
And the Lord has laid the punishment on him.
Man of heaven, born to earth to restore us to your heaven.
Here we bow in awe beneath Your searching eyes.
From your tears comes our joy, from your death our life shall spring;
By your resurrection power we shall rise.
Lord, I come to you, let my heart be changed, renewed,
Flowing from the grace that I found in you.
And, Lord, I’ve come to know the weakness I see in me
Will be stripped away by the power of your love.
Hold me close, let your love surround me,
Bring me near, draw me to your side;
And as I wait, I’ll rise up like an eagle,
And I will soar with you; Your spirit leads me on
in the power of your love.
Lord, unveil my eyes, let me see you face to face,
The knowledge of your love as you live in me.
Lord, renew my mind as your will unfolds in my life,
In living everyday by the power of your love.
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?
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!
Come and See: words and music Graham Kendrick, 1989
The Power of Your Love: words and music Geoff Bullock, 1992
When I Survey: words Isaac Watts, 1707, music English folk song
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