Real thorns are placed on the brow of Jesus according to the Scriptures. This crucifix shows our Lord's body bent over as He dies for us - bearing the weight of the whole world's sins. The crucifix is 26.5 in length.
Each piece is uniquely hand-carved. To His passion for us all. Every human eye be weeping.
Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes. Place their shafts and bend their bows. Aiming at the Saviour solely. While the world forsakes Him wholly.David once, with heart afflicted. Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand. Clouds of gloom and grief about him.
When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now. Bends the cloud above Thy brow.
Hasting to death's dreary portals. For the shame and sin of mortals. Wilt Thou in Thy pain and ruing.To the Mount of Olives go? Yet there is no tree for viewing. Where the fruits of peace may grow. War and battle, bitter pain. Death and mockery and shame. Every bud shoots forth with sorrow. Jesus now no peace can borrow.
Enter now the restful garden. As a peaceful quiet space. Sorrow soon begins to darken.
Follow Thee in every place! Come now, Adam, come and see. See the Lord of heaven shaking.Hellish anguish for us taking. All of Jesus' limbs are quaking. As sins' burden hard doth press. See the God-Man ever shaking. Death doth bring to life distress.
Jesus' lifeblood forth doth pour. And His heart aches more and more.
Shooting forth with blood-streams narrow. From ten thousand poisoned arrows. See how, anguish-struck, He falleth. Prostrate, and with struggling breath.
Three times on His God He calleth. Praying that the bitter death.
And the cup of doom may go. Still He cries, in all His woe. Not My will, but Thine, O Father! And the angels round Him gather. See how, in that hour of darkness.Battling with the evil power. On His soul the arrows shower. All the garden flowers are wet. With the drops of bloody sweat. From His anguished frame distilling. World's redemption thus fulfilling! O ye heavéns, will ye give Him. Strength of heart, and that right soon? To the end He hard has striven. Holy angels, come and see.
Strengthen Him for death to see! How His cheeks are filled with pallor. As He meets His death with valor. See the blood so sadly dripping.With each drop of sweat so cold. Death in every vein is seeping. And His face is dark as coal. And the grass where Jesus prays. Now a bloody carpet stays. From His precious veins now offering. See what pains He now is suffering! E'er to go to Kedron's stream. And from earthly pleasure turning. With my spirit I shall see. Jesus' bleeding and His sighing. For my soul is all His dying. Now, away with earthly pleasure! Let me see my Jesus dear! I will gather me a tear. From His bloody sweat of pain. Which my righteousness did gain. Earth now gives me only sadness. Till I enter heaven's gladness. But, O flowers, so sadly watered. By this pure and precious dew. In some blessed hour your blossoms.
Eden's garden did not bear. Aught that can with you compare.
For the blood, thus freely given. Makes my soul the heir of heaven. When as flowers themselves I wither. When I droop and fade like grass. When the life-streams through my pulses.
Dull and ever duller pass. When at last they cease to roll. Then, to cheer my sinking soul. Grace of Jesus, be Thou given. And now when my heart is breaking.
And my eye no longer sees. When my tongue no sound is making. Let my soul a droplet seize. Of Thy precious sweat and blood.
Wash my heart in that dear flood. On Thy Passion I'm relying. Please check out my other items. The item "Large Suffering Servant Crucifix All Wood Hand Carved in Europe, Real Thorns" is in sale since Monday, February 12, 2018.This item is in the category "Collectibles\Religion & Spirituality\Christianity\Crucifixes & Crosses". The seller is "authenticchristiangifts" and is located in Theresa, Wisconsin. This item can be shipped worldwide.