1 Lord Jesus Christ, the cause is Thine,
The cause for which we pray;
And since it is of Thy design,
It can not pass away.
Yet ev'ry seed, its life to show,
And as a fruitful plant to grow,
Must perish in the silent grave;
Thus losing life, our life we save,
Our life we save,
Our mortal life we save.
2 Through sorrow's vale Thy pathway led
To heaven's joyful plain,
And we must follow Thee, our Head,
If we that joy would gain.
O let us, then, Thy sufferings share,
And lead us to Thy kingdom fair;
May we, who sorrow here with Thee,
In yonder life Thy glory see,
Thy glory see
Thy wondrous glory see.
3 Thou art in truth the grain of wheat
That sank into the grave;
But now in heaven is Thy seat,
And thou hast power to save.
So let Thy messengers proclaim
To all the world Thy glorious name,
Thy name repleat with bliss and joy,
And keep us too in Thine employ,
In Thine employ,
Keep us in Thine employ.
|First Line:||Lord Jesus Christ, the cause is Thine|
|Topic:||Reformation, Church, Missions|
|Notes:||Translated from "Die Sach ist dein, Herr Jesu Christ" Tune: DIE SACH IST DEIN, HERR JESU CHRIST|