2 Make me see Thy great distress, Anguish and affliction, Bonds and stripes, and wretchedness, And Thy crucifixion; Make me see how scourge and rod, Spear and nails did wound Thee, How for man Thou diedst, O God, Who with thorns had crowned Thee. 3 Yet, O Lord, not thus alone But its cause to me make known, Ah! I also and my sin Wrought Thy deep affliction; This the real cause hath been Of Thy crucifixion. 4 Grant that I Thy passion view With repentant grieving, Nor Thee crucify anew By unholy living. How could I refuse to shun 5 If my sins give me alarm And my conscience grieve me, God must have compassion. 6 Grant that I may willingly Bear with Thee my crosses. Learning humbleness of Thee, 198 L. M. To Thee, Lord Jesus, thanks we give, Who diedst for us, that we might live, And through Thy holy, precious blood Hast made us righteous before God. 2 We pray Thee, O true God and Man, Who wast for our offences slain: Save us from everlasting death, And cheer us, when we yield our breath. 3 Defend us, Lord, from sin and shame; Help us by Thine almighty name To bear our crosses patiently, To trust in Thy great agony. 4 And thence the full assurance gain, That Thou wilt e'er our Friend remain, And not forsake us in our strife, Until we enter into life. 194 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 JESUS, grant that balm and healing Should some evil thought upstart, 2 Should some lust or sharp temptation Prove too strong for flesh and blood, Let me think upon Thy passion, And the breach is soon made good. "Jesus Christ for me was wounded," And the Tempter flees confounded. 3 If the world my heart entices On the broad and easy road, 4 Yes, whate'er may pain or grieve me, Let Thy wounds, Lord, make me whole. When I'm faint, let them revive me, May Thy comfort render sweet Thou who by Thy death and passion 5 O my God, my rock and tower! Grant that in Thy death I trust, Knowing death has lost his power Since Thou trod'st him in the dust. Savior, let Thine agony Ever help and comfort me; 6 Jesus, grant that balm and healing Every hour that I am feeling Pains of body and of mind; And when I this world must leave, Grant that, Lord, to Thee I cleave, In Thy wounds find consolation, And obtain my soul's salvation. 195 L. M. LORD Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, 2 Far off I see my fatherland, But ere I reach that Paradise, 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 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, 7 O let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be, Where as a dove my soul can hide 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, 10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life, 11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read 12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the I take my homeward way in trust, 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. |