Good Friday

Beneath the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,
A new commandment Jesus gives -- 
The blessed word of love.

O bond of union, strong and deep!
O bond of perfect peace!
Not e'en the lifted cross can harm
If we but hold to this.

Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours,
And swift our feet shall move
To deeds that match your sacrifice
And the sweet tasks of love.

Samuel Longfellow, 1848; alt.
Tune: CLAIRVAUX (C.M.)
Herman Adolph Polack, 1910



Three (Liturgical) Years Ago: On a hill far away

Four (Liturgical) Years Ago: Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Five (Liturgical) Years Ago: When I survey the wondrous cross

Six (Liturgical) Years Ago: Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended?

Six (Calendar) Years Ago: The Feast of the Annunciation

Seven (Liturgical) Years Ago: There is a green hill far away

Seven (Calendar) Years Ago: Godfrey Thring

Eight (Calendar) Years Ago: The Feast of the Annunciation

Edward Caswall

Sometimes it seems like all the Anglican hymnwriters followed the Oxford Movement in the 1840s, left the Church of England and became Roman Catholics. It wasn't quite that many, but a number of prominent ones did. Today we mark the birthday of yet another of these, Edward Caswall.

Caswall was born in 1815 in Hampshire, the son and grandson of Anglican chergymen. Educated at Oxford, where he would have become familiar with the writings and ideas of John Henry Newman, he was ordained a deacon after graduation and went on to become the perpetual curate at Stratford-sub-Castle, near Salisbury.

However, in 1846 he converted to Roman Catholicism, and following the death of his wife a few years later, he became a priest at the Roman Oratory of St. Philip Neri, where Newman was the leader. He wrote several hymn texts of his own, some of which remain in use (primarily in Catholic hymnals) but it is his translations from Latin texts that are more widely known (some of which we have already seen here).

Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than thy blest Name,
Savior of humankind!

O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
All of Christ's loved ones know.

O Jesus, thou the beauty art
Of angel worlds above;
Thy Name is music to the heart,
Inflaming it with love.

Jesus, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize will be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th c.;
tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; alt.
Tune: CLAIRVAUX (C.M.)
Herman A. Polack, 1910

There are several more verses, but most hymnals only use four or five. Bernard of Clairvaux we have encountered before. The ubiquitous tune ST. AGNES, by John Bacchus Dykes, is most often used with this text, but see how you like CLAIRVAUX, an American tune written specifically for these words.