« PreviousContinue »
3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
Saved by His precious Blood.
4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
5 Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved !
And we must love Him too,
C. F. Alexander.
LORD Jesus Christ, ,
My Savior blest.
2 As Thou dost will,
Lead Thou me still,
3 Most heartily
I trust in Thee,
From evil keep me ever.
put my trust
Despite my ill behavior. 5 When sorrows rise,
My refuge lies
Be Thou my strong Defender. 6 I have Thy Word,
Christ Jesus, Lord,
Thy grace each day,
May live with Thee,
H. C. Sthen. H. R. Spaeth, Tr.
The Lamb upon His throne;
All music but its own!
Of Him who died for thee;
Through all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Son of God
Before the worlds began;
Crown Him the Son of man;
That wings the human breast,
That all in Him may rest.
3 Crown Him the Lord of Life,
Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save. His glories now we sing
Who died and rose on high, Who died, eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
4 Crown Him of lords the Lord,
Who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, th' Incarnate Word,
For ransomed sinners slain,
Where saints with angels sing
Their God, Redeemer, King.
5 Crown Him the Lord of heaven,
Enthroned in worlds above;
The wondrous name of Love.
As thrones before Him fall, Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.
M. Bridges. G. Thring, Tr.
CHRIST, the Life of all the living,
Christ the Death of death our foe,
To the darkest depths of woe,
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
2 Thou, ah! Thou hast taken on Thee
Bonds, and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
O Thou sinless Son of God!
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver
Thousand, thousand thanks, etc. 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, etc. 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, etc. 5 Thou didst suffer men to bruise Thee,
That from pain I might be free;
Thence I gain security:
Thousand, thousand thanks, etc. 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, etc.