98. Christ the Life of all the living

1 Christ the Life of all the living,
Christ the Death of death, our foe,
Who Thyself for us once giving
To the darkest depths of woe,
Patiently didst yield Thy breath
But to save my soul from death;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee.

2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee
Bitter strokes, a cruel rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
O Thou sinless Son of God,
Only thus for me to win
Rescue from the bonds of sin;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee.

3 Thou didst bear the smiting only
That it might not fall on me;
Stoodest falsely charged and lonely,
That I might be safe and free;
Comfortless that I might know
Comfort from Thy boundless woe.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee.

4 Then for all that wrought our pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the garden,
I will thank Thee evermore;
Thank Thee with my latest breath
For Thy sad and cruel death,
For that last and bitter cry;
Praise Thee evermore on high.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Christ the Life of all the living
Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863, a.)
Author: Ernst Christoph Homburg (1659)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Church Year: Holy Week
Tune Information
Name: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN
Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 7 7
Key: G Major
Source: Darmstadt Gesangbuch,1687



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