6. Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish In death’s last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7. Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. All, well for me if lying Here at Thy feet, my Life, I, too, with Thee were dying And thus might end my strife! 8. Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9. When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish By virtue of Thine own! 10. Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy Passion When my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus dies well! From the Latin of Bernard of Clairvaux; Paul Gerhardt, 1652. 202 L. M. Enslaved by sin and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doomed to everlasting pains, We wretched, guilty captives lay. 2. Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace, Nor all the world’s collected store Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. 3. Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God, An all-sufficient ransom paid. O matchless price! His precious blood For vile, rebellious traitors shed. 4. Jesus the sacrifice became To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb Beneath avenging Justice fell. 5. Amazing goodness! love divine! O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace; nor yield to sin, Nor wear its cruel fetters more! Anne Steele, † 1778. GOOD FRIDAY. 203 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8 O Lamb of God most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E’er patient, meek, and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain. All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o’er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 2. O Lamb of God, most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E’er patient, meek, and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain. All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o’er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus!