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Christ, the Life of all the living

Author: E. Homburg Hymnal: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services #86 (1911) Lyrics: 1 CHRIST, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death, our foe, Why Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Madest reconciliation, And didst save me from damnation: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou didst bear the smiting only That my wounds might all be whole; Thou didst suffer, sad and lonely, Rest to give my weary soul; Yea, the curse of God enduredst, Blessing thus to me securedst. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with cruel scorn, E'en with piercing thorns they crowned Thee; All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne, That as Thine Thou lightest own me, And with heavenly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 5 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 for Thy groans and sighing, For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, For that last most bitter cry-- And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high. Languages: English

Christ the Life of all the living

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Ernst Christoph Homburg Hymnal: Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church #98 (1917) Lyrics: 1 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; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, 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; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 3 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. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 4 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. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN

Christ, the Life of all the living

Author: C. Winkworth; E. C. Homburg Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #166 (1918) Lyrics: 1 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, Madest reconciliation, And didst save me from damnation; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou hast taken on Thee Bonds, and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou didst bear the smiting only That my wounds might all be whole; Thou didst suffer, sad and lonely, Rest to give my weary soul. Yea, the curse of God enduredst, Blessing unto me securedst. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with shameful scorn; E'en 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. 5 Thou didst suffer men to bruise Thee, That from pain I might be free; Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee: Thence I gain security; Comfortless once Thou didst languish, Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 6 Thou didst suffer great affliction, And endure it patiently; Even death by crucifixion, That Thou might'st atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented, That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 7 That Thou wast so meek and stainless, Doth atone for my proud mood; And Thy death makes dying painless, And Thy ills have wrought our good. Yea, Thy deep humiliation Tendeth to my exaltation. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 8 Then, for all that wrought my pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee for Thy groans and sighing, For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, For that last triumphant cry, And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high. Topics: Lent

Christ the Life of all the living

Author: Ernest Christopher Homburg; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #178 (1890) Meter: 8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God. Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall on me; Stoodest falsely charge and lonely, that I might be safe and free; Comfortless that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 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. Topics: Good Friday; Passion Week; Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN

Christ, the Life of all the living

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #196 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Madest reconciliation, And hast saved me from damnation: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou hast borne the smiting only That my wounds might all be whole; Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, Rest to give my weary soul; Yea, the curse of God enduring, Blessing unto me securing. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with cruel scorn, E'en 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. 5 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 once Thou didst languish, Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 6 Thou hast suffered great affliction And hast borne it patiently, Even death by crucifixion, That Thou might'st atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented, That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Christ, the Life of all the living

Author: C. Winkworth; E. C. Homburgh Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #361 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 3 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 4 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 most bitter cry, Praise Thee evermore on high. Amen. Topics: General; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: HOMBURGH