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SCHOLA CRUCIS, SCHOLA LUCIS.
Beneath Thy cross I stand,
Jesus, my Saviour, turn and look on me,
Oh! who are these, that one on either hand
Are crucified with Thee?
Jesus, my Saviour, turn and look on me,
Oh! who are these, that one on either hand
Are crucified with Thee?
The one that turns away
With sullen, scoffing lip,—and one whose eyes
Close o'er the words,—“Yet shalt thou be this day
With me in Paradise.”
With sullen, scoffing lip,—and one whose eyes
Close o'er the words,—“Yet shalt thou be this day
With me in Paradise.”
Here would I fain behold
This twofold mystery! Love's battle won;
Its warfare ended, and its ransom told,
Its conquest but begun!
This twofold mystery! Love's battle won;
Its warfare ended, and its ransom told,
Its conquest but begun!
I say not to thee now,
“Come from the cross, and then will I believe;”
Oh, lift me up to Thee, and teach me how
To love and how to grieve.
“Come from the cross, and then will I believe;”
Oh, lift me up to Thee, and teach me how
To love and how to grieve.
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Stay on the cross, until
Thou art of all confess'd, of all adored;
Be there each ling'ring heart, each wav'ring will,
Made fast unto its Lord.
Thou art of all confess'd, of all adored;
Be there each ling'ring heart, each wav'ring will,
Made fast unto its Lord.
I track'd thy footsteps long,
For where Thou wert, there would Thy servant be;
But now methought the silence, now the throng,
Would part me still from thee.
For where Thou wert, there would Thy servant be;
But now methought the silence, now the throng,
Would part me still from thee.
I sought Thee 'mid the leaves,
I find Thee on the dry and blasted tree;
I saw thee not, until I saw the thieves
There crucified with Thee!
I find Thee on the dry and blasted tree;
I saw thee not, until I saw the thieves
There crucified with Thee!
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