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Good Friday-The Darkness Deepens


The Darkness Deepens


   Abide with me!  Fast falls the eventide;

  the darkness deepens, Lord with me abide!

  When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

  Help of the helpless, O abide with me.   LSB 878

    The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom then should I fear?

    The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Psalm 27:1

   Come not in terror as the King of kings, 

   but kind and good with healing in your wings,

   Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,

   Come, Friend of sinners, come abide with me.

      Though an enemy encamps against me, my heart will not fear;

     Though war rise up against me, yet I will be confident.

     For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble,

     He will set me high on a rock   Psalm 27: 4,5

   Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day, 

   Earth’s joys grow dim its glories pass away;

   Change and decay in all around I see,

   O Thou who changest not abide with me.

      Do not turn your servant away in anger, you who have been my help.

      Do not cast me off, do not forsake me.  O God of my salvation!     

Psalm 27:9

   I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; 

   Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness.

   Where is death’s sting?  Where grave, thy victory?

   I triumph still if Thou abide with me.  

    I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

    Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord.  Psalm 27: 13-14


John 19:1-7

    Who has believed what we have heard?   And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?

    He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted with grief

    And as one from whom others hide their faces he was despised and we held him of no account.  Isaiah 53:1,3

   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 bless, till how was thine!

   Yet though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine.   LSB 449

Text: © 1941 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission: LSB Hymn License no. 110005456

John 19:8—16

Surely he has borne our infirmities and carried our diseases

Yet we considered him stricken and struck down by God and afflicted

But he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; 

Upon him was laid the punishment that made us whole, and by his bruises we are healed.

All we like sheep have gone astray; we have all turned to our own way.

And the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:4-6

   What Thou my Lord, hast suffered  Was all for sinners’ gain;

   Mine, Mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain

   Lo, here I fall, my Savior!  ‘Tis I deserve Thy place;

   Look on me with they favor, and grant to me Thy grace.  LSB 449

Text: © 1941 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission: LSB Hymn License no. 110005456

John 19:16b—24

He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth.

Like a lamb that is led to slaughter and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he not opened not his mouth.  

By a perversion of justice he was taken away.  Who could have imagined his future?

For he was cut off from the land of the living.  Stricken for the transgression of my people. 

They made his grave with the wicked and the tomb with the rich, although he had done no violence,

And there was no deceit in his mouth. Isaiah 53:7-9

What language can I borrow to thank Thee dearest Friend,

For this thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever! And should I fainting be,

Lord let me never, never, outlive my love for Thee.   LSB 449

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;

Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.

Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,

My heart by faith enfold Thee, Who dieth thus dies well.

Text: © 1941 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission: LSB Hymn License no. 110005456

John 19:25-30

Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him with pain.

When you make his life an offering for sin. He shall see his offspring, and shall prolong his days.

Through him the will of the Lord shall prosper.

Out of his anguish he shall see light.

He shall find satisfaction through is knowledge. Isaiah 53:10,11

Stricken smitten and afflicted See him dying on the tree!

Tis the Christ, by man rejected; Yes, my soul, ‘tis He, ‘tis He!

‘Tis the long-expected Prophet,  David’s Son, yet David’s Lord; 

Proofs I see sufficient of it; ‘Tis the true and faithful Word    LSB 451

Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, was there ever grief like His?

Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting His distress;  

Many hand were raised to wound him, none would intervene to save; 

But the deepest stroke that pierced Him was the stroke that justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great

Here may view it’s nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate.  

Mark the sacrifice appointed, See who bears the awful load;

‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s anointed, Son of Man and Son of God. 


    When Jesus wept, the falling tear
    In mercy flowed beyond all bound;
    When Jesus groaned, a trembling fear
    Seized all the guilty world around.

John 19:38—42

The righteous one, my servant, shall make many righteous, and he shall bear their iniquities.

Therefore I will allot him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoils with the strong.

Because he poured out himself to death, and was numbered with the transgressors

Yet he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors. Isaiah 53:11,12

Hold thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; 

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies

Heaven’s morning breaks and earth vain shadows flee, 

In life, in death, O Lord abide with me.   LSB 878

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