cru­el

"cru­el" appears in 20 hymns in our collection, reflecting its spiritual significance in worship.

cru­el· 20 hymns found
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Deadly pow’rs of dark­ness wait on ev­ery hand;
By my side, by my side?
For Je­sus Christ is born!
Crimson red His gar­ments dyed?
Of the pre­cious price that bought them:
To teach to us the Fa­ther’s love,
So ma­ny and so bold,
Sweet flow­er­ets of the mar­tyr band,
Was it for me, the nails, the spear,
Have you heard how much He suf­fered,
He knocks with hands all rent and torn
Thou art an ene­my to God,
I have a Sav­ior, He died for me
I lift my soul to Thee;
All mor­tal strife,
Who, from this world of sin,
start
Oh, won­der­ful love, is the love of Je­sus,
No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,
No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,

cru­el

Crucify Him! Cru­ci­fy your king and Lord.
Yet abide, yet abide?
This Child shall ov­er­throw;
And a spear wound in His side?
Ye who know Him,
To show the path round ma­ny snares,
Which they against me hold.
Like rose­buds by a tem­pest torn,
That rug­ged cross, ’twixt earth and sky—
That we all might have sal­va­tion,
And in His body there hath borne
Thine art­ful stra­ta­gems
I do not mer­it such love di­vine,
To Thee, O Lord, I flee.
Fill us to­day
Those pre­cious ones didst win.
There to die in ago­ny;
Was wound­ed and died to make full atone­ment
No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish
No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish

Hail the King of Kings

lyricist: Alice Cleator, 1900
Composer: Adam Geibel
Hymn 1

...Deadly pow’rs of dark­ness wait on ev­ery hand;

See the guard­ing sen­try, hear the cru­el word—

Crucify Him! Cru­ci­fy your king and Lord....

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Deadly pow’rs of dark­ness wait on ev­ery hand;

See the guard­ing sen­try, hear the cru­el word—

Crucify Him! Cru­ci­fy your king and Lord.

Hail the King of Kings

Would I Know Him?

lyricist: Nellie Montgomery, 1896
Composer: Edwin Excell
Hymn 2

...By my side, by my side?

Doth the cru­el, cru­el nail-prints

Yet abide, yet abide?...

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By my side, by my side?

Doth the cru­el, cru­el nail-prints

Yet abide, yet abide?

Would I Know Him?

A Shout of Mighty Triumph

Composer: George Grantham, 1894
Hymn 3

...For Je­sus Christ is born!

The cru­el, cru­el foe­man

This Child shall ov­er­throw;...

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For Je­sus Christ is born!

The cru­el, cru­el foe­man

This Child shall ov­er­throw;

A Shout of Mighty Triumph

Who Is This Man of Sorrows?

Composer: Lelia Morris, 1899
Hymn 4

...Crimson red His gar­ments dyed?

In His hands are cru­el nail prints,

And a spear wound in His side?...

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Crimson red His gar­ments dyed?

In His hands are cru­el nail prints,

And a spear wound in His side?

Who Is This Man of Sorrows?

Souls in Heathen Darkness Lying

lyricist: Cecil Alexander, 1852
Composer: Thomas Hastings, 1830
Hymn 5

...Of the pre­cious price that bought them:

Nail, and thorn, and cru­el spear.

Ye who know Him,...

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Of the pre­cious price that bought them:

Nail, and thorn, and cru­el spear.

Ye who know Him,

Souls in Heathen Darkness Lying

The Bible Is a Brilliant Lamp

lyricist: Richard Adams, 2001
Composer: Irish melody
Hymn 6

...To teach to us the Fa­ther’s love,

And the Ev­il One’s cru­el hate,

To show the path round ma­ny snares,...

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To teach to us the Fa­ther’s love,

And the Ev­il One’s cru­el hate,

To show the path round ma­ny snares,

The Bible Is a Brilliant Lamp

My Griefs of Heart Abound

lyricist: The Psalter, 1912
Composer: Israel Sweezy, 1858
Hymn 7

...So ma­ny and so bold,

For cru­el is the hat­red, Lord,

Which they against me hold....

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So ma­ny and so bold,

For cru­el is the hat­red, Lord,

Which they against me hold.

My Griefs of Heart Abound

Sweet Flowerets of the Martyr Band

lyricist: From the Latin
Composer: John Dykes, 1875
Hymn 8

...Sweet flow­er­ets of the mar­tyr band,

So ear­ly plucked by cru­el hand;

Like rose­buds by a tem­pest torn,...

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Sweet flow­er­ets of the mar­tyr band,

So ear­ly plucked by cru­el hand;

Like rose­buds by a tem­pest torn,

Sweet Flowerets of the Martyr Band

Was It for Me? (Coull)

lyricist: Rose Coull, 1919
Composer: John Sweney
Hymn 9

...Was it for me, the nails, the spear,

The cru­el thorns, the mock­ing jeer,

That rug­ged cross, ’twixt earth and sky—...

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Was it for me, the nails, the spear,

The cru­el thorns, the mock­ing jeer,

That rug­ged cross, ’twixt earth and sky—

Was It for Me? (Coull)

Do You Know the Wondrous Story?

Composer: Jane Hall, 1884
Hymn 10

...Have you heard how much He suf­fered,

Hanging on the cru­el tree?

That we all might have sal­va­tion,...

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Have you heard how much He suf­fered,

Hanging on the cru­el tree?

That we all might have sal­va­tion,

Do You Know the Wondrous Story?

The Savior at the Door

Composer: John Roberts, 1917
Hymn 11

...He knocks with hands all rent and torn

With cru­el spikes nailed to the tree,

And in His body there hath borne...

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He knocks with hands all rent and torn

With cru­el spikes nailed to the tree,

And in His body there hath borne

The Savior at the Door

Vile Tempter, Quick Be Gone

lyricist: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Carl Zelter (1758–1832)
Hymn 12

...Thou art an ene­my to God,

A cru­el foe to me.

Thine art­ful stra­ta­gems...

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Thou art an ene­my to God,

A cru­el foe to me.

Thine art­ful stra­ta­gems

Vile Tempter, Quick Be Gone

I Have a Savior

Composer: Robert Harkness, 1909
Hymn 13

...I have a Sav­ior, He died for me

In cru­el ang­uish on Cal­v’ry’s tree.

I do not mer­it such love di­vine,...

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I have a Sav­ior, He died for me

In cru­el ang­uish on Cal­v’ry’s tree.

I do not mer­it such love di­vine,

I Have a Savior

When Morning Lights the Eastern Skies

lyricist: The Psalter, 1912
Composer: Arthur Jamouneau, 1904
Hymn 14

...I lift my soul to Thee;

For re­fuge from my cru­el foe

To Thee, O Lord, I flee....

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I lift my soul to Thee;

For re­fuge from my cru­el foe

To Thee, O Lord, I flee.

When Morning Lights the Eastern Skies

Blest Christmas Morn

lyricist: Mary Eddy, 1903
Composer: Uzziah Burnap, 1856
Hymn 15

...All mor­tal strife,

Or cru­el creed, or earth-born taint:

Fill us to­day...

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All mor­tal strife,

Or cru­el creed, or earth-born taint:

Fill us to­day

Blest Christmas Morn

Glory to Thee, O Lord (Toke)

lyricist: Emma Toke, 1851
Composer: Benjamin Milgrove, 1769
Hymn 16

...Who, from this world of sin,

By cru­el He­rod’s ruth­less sword

Those pre­cious ones didst win....

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Who, from this world of sin,

By cru­el He­rod’s ruth­less sword

Those pre­cious ones didst win.

Glory to Thee, O Lord (Toke)

When He Shed His Blood

Composer: Robert Harkness, 1908
Hymn 17

...start

On the cru­el cross they nailed Him,

There to die in ago­ny;...

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On the cru­el cross they nailed Him,

There to die in ago­ny;

When He Shed His Blood

There’s No Love Like His Love for Me

lyricist: John Newkirk, 1890
Composer: Powell Fithian
Hymn 18

...Oh, won­der­ful love, is the love of Je­sus,

Who on Cal­va­ry’s cru­el tree

Was wound­ed and died to make full atone­ment...

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Oh, won­der­ful love, is the love of Je­sus,

Who on Cal­va­ry’s cru­el tree

Was wound­ed and died to make full atone­ment

There’s No Love Like His Love for Me

I’m Going There (Miles)

Composer: Austin Miles, 1907
Hymn 19

...No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,

From the cru­el hand of death;

No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish...

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No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,

From the cru­el hand of death;

No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish

I’m Going There (Miles)

I’m Going There (Miles)

Composer: Austin Miles, 1907
Hymn 20

...No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,

From the cru­el hand of death;

No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish...

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No tears are there, no blight­ing sor­row,

From the cru­el hand of death;

No flow­ers fade, no sum­mers per­ish

I’m Going There (Miles)

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