American Lutheran Hymnal ‎#412

412. Upon The Cross The Robber Prayed

1 Upon the cross the robber prayed;
The Son of God swift answer made:
Yes, thou shalt rest, I truly say,
With Me in Paradise today.

2 Hear, in Thy love, my contrite cry:
That malefactor, Lord, am I;
If Thou should'st mark deeds done amiss,
My sin would prove as vile as his.

3 One truth alone can cheer my soul;
Thou, Lord, didst die to make me whole:
The sacred stream from Calv'ry's hill
Can cleanse e'en this foul heart from ill.

4 Now, from the cross exalted high,
Thou reignest King above the sky:
The while I tread the path of woe,
Think on Thy servant here below.

5 Each morn I fain would hear Thee, Lord,
Speak to my heart this royal word:
What though on earth thy flesh may be,
Thy soul shall sup today with Me.

6 When comes at length mine hour of death,
Thy voice shall soothe my latest breath,
As from the cross Thy mercy cries:
Today, with Me, in Paradise.

Text Information

• First Line: Upon the cross the robber prayed
• Title: Upon The Cross The Robber Prayed
• Translator: C. V. Pilcher
• Author: Hallgrim Petursson, 1614-1674
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1930
• Topic: The Church Year: Passion

Tune Information

• Name: LOFSONGUR
• Meter: L. M.
• Key: E♭ Major
• Source: Bohemian Bretheren, 1531; Chorale: Skaparinn stjarna, Herra hreinn