M0:|t:EWS 93 Christ, the Life of All the Living|a:Ernst Christoph Homburg 1605-1681|r:87878877|h:Ludwig Mathias Lindeman 1812-1887|c:Ab|m:4/4|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/CHCS1898/129/high
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E1:Christ, the life of all the liv_ing,/Christ, the death of death, our foe,/who, thy_self for me once giv_ing/to the dark_est depths of woe:/through thy suff'r_ings, death, and me_rit/I e_ter_nal life in_he_rit./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E2:Thou, ah! Thou hast ta_ken on thee/bonds and stripes, a cru_el rod;/pain and scorn were heaped up_on thee,/O thou sin_less Son of God!/Thus didst thou my soul de_li_ver/from the bonds of sin for_e_ver./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E3:Thou hast borne the smit_ing on_ly/that my wounds might all be whole;/thou hast suf_fered, sad and lone_ly,/rest to give my wea_ry soul;/yea, the curse of God en_dur_ing,/bles_sing un_to me se_cur_ing./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E4:Heart_less scof_fers did sur_round thee,/treat_ing thee with cru_el scorn,/and with pierc_ing thorns they crowned thee./All dis_grace thou, Lord, hast borne/that as thine thou might_est own me/and with heav'n_ly glo_ry crown me./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E5:Thou hast suf_fered men to bruise thee/that from pain I might be free;/false_ly did thy foes ac_cuse thee:/thence I gain se_cu_ri_ty./Com_fort_less thy soul did lan_guish/me to com_fort in my an_guish./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E6:Thou hast suf_fered great af_flic_tion/and hast borne it pa_tient_ly,/e_ven death by cru_ci_fix_ion,/ful_ly to a_tone for me./Thou didst choose to be tor_ment_ed/that my doom should be pre_vent_ed./Thou_sand, thou_sand thanks shall be,/dear_est Je_sus, un_to thee.
E7:Then, for all that wrought my par_don,/for thy sor_rows deep and sore,/for thine an_guish in the gar_den,/I will thank thee e_ver_more,/thank thee for thy groan_ing, sigh_ing,/for thy bleed_ing and thy dy_ing,/for that last tri_um_phant cry/and shall praise thee, Lord, on high.
