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Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Martin Behm Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #148 (1941) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest And sorely by my sins opprest. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where thro' Thy blood I hope to stand. But ere I reach that Paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; My soul alone still cries in me: "Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!" 4 Oh let Thy suff'rings give me pow'r To meet the last and darkest hour! Thy blood refresh and comfort me; Thy bonds and fetters make me free. 5 Oh, let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan's rage abide. 6 And when my spirit flies away, The dying words shall be my stay. Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife. 7 Lord, in Thy nail-prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed And grant that in Thine opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 8 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust. The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide When here I may no more abide. 9 And when the last Great Day shall come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light And set me then upon Thy right. 10 Renew this wasted flesh of mine That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 11 Ah, then I'll have my hearts' desire, When, singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I'll behold Thy face. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Lent Scripture: Luke 23:33 Languages: English Tune Title: O JESU CHRIST, MEIN'S

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Author: M. Behemb Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #190 (1863) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My strength by day, my trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppress'd. Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy grace I hope to stand, But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me, Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee! Oh let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where Thou hast been. Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. And when the last great Day is come, And Thou our Judge shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine, Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. Ah then I have my heart's desire, When singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransom'd of Thy grace, For ever I behold Thy face! Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light

Author: M. Behm, 1557-1622; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #291 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand. But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; My soul alone still cries in me; "Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee!" 4 Oh let Thy suff'rings give me pow'r To meet the last and darkest hour! Thy blood refresh and comfort me; Thy bonds and fetters make me free. 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite, Let be my glory and delight. 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Cause me to bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 Thy Spirit cry within me still When here my lips grow white and chill, And help my soul Thy heav'n to find When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 8 Thy dying words let be my light When death approaches as dark night; Defend me in my dying breath When then I bow my head in death. 9 Thy cross let be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 10 Lord, in Thy nail prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed And grant that in Thine opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 11 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust. The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide When here I may no more abide. 12 And when the last Great Day shall come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light And set me then upon Thy right. 13 Renew this wasted flesh of mine That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 14 Ah, then shall I most joyful be And with the angels sing to Thee And with Thy blessed, chosen fold Fore'er Thy gracious face behold. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: HERR JESU CHRIST, MEINS

Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light

Author: Martin Behm; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3831 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Lord Jesus Christ, my life, my light, My strength by day, my trust by night, On earth I’m but a passing guest And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2. Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand. But ere I reach that paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3. My heart sinks at the journey’s length, My wasted flesh and little strength; My soul alone still cries in me: Lord, take me home, take me to Thee! 4. Oh, let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour! Thy blood refresh and comfort me; Thy bonds and fetters make me free. 5. Oh, let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan’s rage abide. 6. And when my spirit flies away, Thy dying words shall be my stay. Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife. 7. Lord, in Thy nail prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed And grant that in Thine opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 8. Since Thou hast died, the pure, the just, I take my homeward way in trust. The gates of Heav’n, Lord, open wide When here I may no more abide. 9. And when the last great day shall come And Thou, our judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light And set me then upon Thy right. 10. Renew this wasted flesh of mine That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 11. Ah, then I’ll have my heart’s desire, When, singing with the angels’ choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I’ll behold Thy face! Languages: English Tune Title: O JESU CHRIST, MEIN'S

Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light

Author: M Behemb; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal #295 (1999) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My strength by day, my trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 O let thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour. Thy cross, the staff whereon I lean, My couch, the grave where Thou hast been. 3 Since Thou hast died, the pure, the just, I take my homeward way in trust; The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 4 And when the last great day is come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 5 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright. Yea, like thyself, in glorious light. 6 Ah, then I have my heart's desire, When, singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of thy grace, Forever I behold thy face. AMEN. Topics: Jesus, Our Shepherd Languages: English Tune Title: BROOKFIELD

Lord Jesus Christ, my life, my light

Author: M. Behm Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #584 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my life, my light, My strength by day, my trust by night, On earth I’m but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy grace I hope to stand. But ere I reach that paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey’s length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me, Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee! 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where thou hast been. 5 Since Thou hast died, the pure, the just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 6 And when the last great day is come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 7 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine, Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 8 Ah, then I’ll have my heart’s desire, When singing with the angels’ choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, For ever I behold Thy face! Topics: The Last Things Preparation for Death; The Last Things Preparation for Death Tune Title: [Lord Jesus Christ, my life, my light]

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a437 (1895) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy grace I hope to stand; But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; Only my soul still cries in me, Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee. 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where Thou hast been. 5 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust; The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 6 And when the last great day is come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 7 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 8 Then I shall have my heart's desire, When, singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #72 (1893) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 LORD Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand, But ere I reach that Paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me: "Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!" 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy sweat refresh and comfort me, Thy bonds and fetters make me free! 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite Let be my glory and delight! 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Help me to bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul, When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 O let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be, Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan's rage abide. 8 And when my lips grow white and chill, Thy Spirit cry within me still, And help my soul Thy heaven to find, When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 9 And when my spirit flies away, Thy parting words shall be my stay, Let me depart with peaceful brow, When I in death my head shall bow. 10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding-sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed, And grant that in Thy opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 13 And when the last great day shall come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 14 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 15 Ah, then I have my heart's desire, When singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face! Topics: Passion Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #195 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand, But ere I reach that Paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me: "Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!" 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy sweat refresh and comfort me, Thy bonds and fetters make me free! 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite Let be my glory and delight! 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Let help me bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul, When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 O let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be, Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan's rage abide. 8 And when my lips grow white and chill, Thy Spirit cry within me still, And help my soul Thy heaven to find, When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 9 And when my spirit flies away, Thy parting words shall be my stay, Let me depart with peaceful brow, When I in death my head shall bow. 10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding-sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed, And grant that in Thy opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 13 And when the last great day shall come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 14 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 15 Ah, then I have my heart's desire, When singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #437 (1880) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy grace I hope to stand; But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; Only my soul still cries in me, Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee. 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where Thou hast been. 5 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust; The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 6 And when the last great day is come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 7 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 8 Then I shall have my heart's desire, When, singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English