Text: | See, world, thy Life assailéd |
Author: | P. Gerhardt |
Translator: | J. Kelly |
1 See, world! thy Life assailéd;
On the accurse tree nailéd,
Thy Savior sinks in death!
The mighty Prince from heaven
Himself hath freely given
To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath!
2 Come hither now and ponder,
’Twill fill Thy soul with wonder,
Blood streams from every pore:
Through grief whose depth none knoweth,
From His great heart there floweth
Sigh after sigh of anguish o’er!
3 The load Thou takest on Thee,
That pressed so sorely on me,
Than stone more heavily.
A curse, Lord, Thou becamest,
Thus blessings for me claimest,
Thy pain must all my comfort be.
4 Not much can I be giving
In this poor life I’m living,
But one thing do I say:
Thy death and sorrows ever,
Till soul from body sever,
My heart remember shall for aye.
5 Thy groaning and Thy sighing,
Thy thousand tears and crying,
That once were heard from Thee:
They’ll lead me to Thy glory,
Where I shall joy before Thee,
And evermore at rest shall be.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | See, world, thy Life assailéd |
Translator: | J. Kelly |
Author: | P. Gerhardt |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Lent |
Notes: | Translated from "O Welt, sieh hier dein Leben" Tune: O WELT, ICH MUSS DICH LASSEN |