Processional to Calvary Songtext

von Sir John Stainer

Fling wide the gates!
Fling wide the gates,
For the saviour waits
To tread in his royal way.
He has come from above in his power and love
To die on this passion day.
Fling wide the gates,
He waits, the saviour waits!
Fling wide the gates,
He waits, the saviour waits to tread in his royal way.
Flind wide the gates,
He waits, the saviour waits!
Fling wide the gates,
For the saviour waits
To tread in his royal way.
He has come from above in his power and love to die on this passion day.
His cross is the sign of a love divine
His crown the thorn wreath of woe.
He bears his load on the sorrowful road
And bends neath the burden.
Fling wide the gates,
He waits, the saviour waits to tread in his royal way.
Fling wide the gates
He waits, the saviour waits!
Fling wide the gates,
For the saviour waits
To tread in his royal way.
He has come from above in his power and love
To die on this passion day.
How sweet is the grace of his sacred face,
And lovely beyond compare!
Though weary and worn
With the merciless scorn
Of a world he has come to spare.
The burden of wrong
That earth bears along,
Past evil and evil to be.
All sins of man since the world began-
They are laid -
Dear lord -
On thee.
Then on to the end, my God and my friend, with thy banner lifted high!
Thou hast come from above in thy power and love
To endure and suffer and die.
Fling wide the gates, he waits, the saviour waits!
Then on to the end my god and my friend to suffer, endure and die.