Christ, the Life of All the Living

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;

Praise and glo­ry ev­er be

Blessèd Je­sus

un­to Thee.

Thou

O Christ

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;

Praise and glo­ry ev­er be

Blessèd Je­sus

un­to Thee.

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.

Praise and glo­ry ev­er be

Blessèd Je­sus

un­to Thee.

Heartless scoff­ers did sur­round Thee

Treating Thee with shame­ful scorn

And with pierc­ing thorns they crowned Thee

All dis­grace Thou

Lord

hast borne

That as Thine Thou might­est own me

And with heav­en­ly glo­ry crown me.

Thousand

thou­sand thanks shall be

Dearest Je­sus

un­to Thee.

Thou hast suf­fered men to bruise Thee

That from pain I might be free;

Falsely did Thy foes ac­cuse Thee

Thence I gain se­cu­ri­ty;

Comfortless Thy soul did lang­uish

Me to com­fort in my ang­uish.

Thousand

thou­sand thanks shall be

Dearest Je­sus

un­to Thee.

Thou hast suf­fered great af­flict­ion

And hast borne it pa­tient­ly

Even death by cru­ci­fix­ion

Fully to atone for me;

Thou didst choose to be tor­ment­ed

That my doom should be pre­vent­ed.

Thousand

thou­sand thanks shall be

Dearest Je­sus

un­to Thee.

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.