Christ the Life of All the Living

Verse 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; praise and glory ever be, blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

Verse 2

Thou, O Christ, 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; praise and glory ever be, blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

Verse 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; praise and glory ever be, blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

Verse 4

Then for all that wrought our pardon, for the sorrows deep and sore, for the 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.