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Lord Jesus Christ my Life my Light my




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.


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.


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!”


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.


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.


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 my glory and delight.


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!


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.


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!


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.


Thy cross shall be my staff in life,
Thy holy grave my rest from strife;
The winding-sheet that covered Thee,
Oh, let it be a shroud for me.


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.


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.


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’ll have my heart’s desire,
When, singing with the angels’ choir,
Among the ransomed of Thy grace,
Forever I’ll behold Thy face!


Oh, let Thy holy wounds for me
Clefts in the rock forever be
Where as a dove my soul can hide


---Alternative verses---


And when the spirit flies away,
Thy parting words shall be my stay,
Thy cross the staff whereon I lean,
My couch the grave where Thou hast been.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1610,1858,1863
      Bible Refs: Lk 23:33;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1996# 291
      MUSIC
      Name: O JESU CHRIST MEIN’S
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1676
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)

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