GOOD FRIDAY

  • Introit
  • Opening Responses and Confession
  • The Collect of the Day for Good Friday
  • First Reading: Isaiah 52:13-53:12
  • Psalm 22:1-15
  • Second Reading: Hebrews 10:16-25
  • The Passion Gospel According to St John
  • Sermon: Karen McBride
  • Hymn: O Sacred Head Surrounded (Common Praise #198 – words below)
  • The Solemn Intercession
  • Meditation on the Cross of Jesus
  • The Reproaches: Holy God, Holy and mighty One, have mercy upon us.
  • Hymn: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (Common Praise #386 – words below)
  • The Lord’s Prayer
  • Concluding Prayers

 

O Sacred Head Surrounded

O sacred head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn;
O royal head so wounded, reviled, and put to scorn,
Death’s shadows rise before you, glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore you and tremble as they gaze!

Your youthfulness and vigour are spent, your strength is gone
And in your tortured figure I see death drawing on:
What agony of dying, what love to sinners free!
My Lord all grace supplying, O turn your face on me.

Your sinless soul’s oppression was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but yours the deadly pain:
I bow my head, my Saviour, for I deserve your place;
O grant to me your favour, and heal me by your grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank you, dearest friend,
For this your dying sorrow, your mercy without end?
Lord, make me yours forever: your servant let me be,
And may I never, never betray your love for me.

When I survey the Wondrous Cross

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 cross 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.