|Text:||The Death of Jesus Christ, Our Lord|
|Tune:||GOTTLOB, ES GEHT NUNMEHR ZU ENDE|
|Composer:||Johann S. Bach|
1 The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord,
We celebrate with one accord;
It is our comfort in distress,
Our heart's sweet joy and happiness.
2 He blotted out with His own blood
The judgment that against us stood;
He full atonement for us made,
And all our debt He fully paid.
3 That this is now and ever true
He gives an earnest ever new:
In this His holy Supper here
We taste His love so sweet, so near.
4 His Word proclaims, and we believe.
That in this Supper we receive
His very body, as He said,
His very blood for sinners shed.
5 A precious food is this indeed,--
It never fails us in our need,--
A heavenly manna for our soul,
Until we safely reach our goal.
6 Oh, blest is each believing guest
Who in this promise finds his rest,
For Jesus will in love abide
With those who do in Him confide.
7 The guest that comes with true intent
To turn to God and to repent,
To live for Christ, to die to sin,
Will thus a holier life begin.
8 They who His Word do not believe,
This food unworthily receive,
Salvation here will never find,--
May we this warning keep in mind!
9 Help us sincerely to believe
That we may worthily receive
Thy Supper and in Thee find rest.
Amen! he who believes is blest.
|First Line:||The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord|
|Title:||The Death of Jesus Christ, Our Lord|
|Swedish Title:||Wår Herres Jesu Kristi död|
|Translator:||Olof Olsson (c. 1910, alt.)|
|Author:||Haquin Spegel (1656, ab.)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: Maundy Thursday|
|Name:||GOTTLOB, ES GEHT NUNMEHR ZU ENDE|
|Composer:||Johann S. Bach (1736)|