Now, My Soul, Arise

Now

my soul

arise

thy Lord at­tend­ing;

Follow to Geth­se­ma­ne.

Lo! what won­drous grief His soul is rend­ing!

Wondrous grief en­dured for thee.

To the ground be­hold the Sav­ior fall­eth!

Lo! for help His wound­ed spir­it call­eth!

Lo! His blood the earth b­edews

Whilst His pray­er thy Lord re­news.

Ah! be­hold! for thee the Sav­ior groan­eth;

Him thy sins thus wound and grieve:

For thy guilt His pre­cious blood aton­eth

And His death doth thine re­lieve;

Oh then ne’er dis­dain

oh ne’er dis­own Him:

Ever in thy love

my soul

en­throne Him:

On the cross where Je­sus died

To the world be cru­ci­fied.