Holy Trinity Lutheran Church

 

The Passion Story

 

The first reading is from the Gospel of John 11:47-53      

 

Ah, Holy Jesus, How Hast Thou Offended

 

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended

that we to judge thee have in hate pretended?

By foes derided, by thine own rejected,

O most afflicted.

 

The second reading is from the Gospel of Luke 22:1-6

 

Ah, Holy Jesus, How Hast Thou Offended

 

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?

Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee.

’Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee;

I crucified thee.

The third reading is from the Gospel of Luke 22:14-22; 31-34

 

The fourth reading is from the Gospel of Luke 22:39-49

 

Go to Dark Gethsemane

 

Go to dark Gethsemane,

all who feel the tempter's pow'r;

your Redeemer's conflict see.

Watch with him one bitter hour;

turn not from his griefs away;

learn from Jesus Christ to pray.

 

The fifth reading is from the Gospel of Mark 14:43-50

 

Go to Dark Gethsemane

 

Follow to the judgment hall,

view the Lord of life arraigned;

oh, the wormwood and the gall!

Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!

Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss;

learn from him to bear the cross.

 

The sixth reading is from the Gospel of Mark 14:53-64

 

The seventh reading is from the Gospel of Matthew 27:11-26

 

Ah, Holy Jesus, How Hast Thou Offended

 

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;

the slave hath sinnèd, and the Son hath suffered;

for our atonement, while we nothing heeded,

God interceded.

 

 

The eighth reading is from the Gospel of Matthew 27:33-45

 

Go to Dark Gethsemane

 

Calv'ry's mournful mountain climb;

there, adoring at his feet,

mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete.

"It is finished!" hear him cry;

learn from Jesus Christ to die.

The ninth reading is from the Gospel of Matthew 27:46-54

 

The EARTHQUAKE sounds!

 

The tenth reading is from the Gospel of John 19:31-42

 

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

1      O sacred head, now wounded,

with grief and shame weighed down,

        now scornfully surrounded

        with thorns, thine only crown;

        O sacred head, what glory,

        what bliss till now was thine!

        Yet, though despised and gory,

        I joy to call thee mine.

 

2      How pale art thou with anguish,

        with sore abuse and scorn;

        how does thy face now languish

        which once was bright as morn!

        Thy grief and bitter passion

        were all for sinners’ gain;

        mine, mine was the transgression,

        but thine the deadly pain.