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Christ the Life of all the Living

Author: Ernest Christopher Homburg, 1605-1681 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #54a (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for us 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. 2 Thou, ah Thou, 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. 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. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine 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. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: JESU! DU MITT LIF, MIN HÄLSA

Christ the Life of all the Living

Author: Ernest Christopher Homburg, 1605-1681 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #54b (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for us 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. 2 Thou, ah Thou, 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. 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. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine 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. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN

We Will Sing Your Love Forever

Author: Gregory D. Wilbur Hymnal: Psalms of Grace #89c (2022) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English Tune Title: EATHAN'S SONG

Christ, the Life of All the Living

Author: Ernst Christopher Homburg; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #91 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death our foe, Who, Thyself for us 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. 2 Thou, O Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God. Thus didst Thou our souls deliver From the bonds of sin forever; Praise and glory ever be, Blessed Jesus, unto thee. 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 Thy soul did languish To bring comfort in our anguish; Praise and glory ever be, Blessed Jesus, unto thee. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; To my latest breath I'll offer Thanks for all that Thou didst suffer, For that last last expiring sigh Praise Thee evermore on high. Amen. Topics: Church Year Lent; Quinquagesima; Lenten Hymns; Holy Week; Good Friday; Christ Work of; Names and Office of Christ Substitute; Death Death of Christ and its results Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN

World, farewell! Of thee I'm tired

Author: Albinus Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #198 (1863) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: World, farewell! Of thee I'm tired, Now t'ward heav'n my way I take; There is peace the long-desired, Lofty calm that nought can break; World, with thee is war and strife, Thou with cheating hopes art rife, But in heaven is no alloy, Only peace and love and joy. When I reach that home of gladness, I shall feel no more this load, Feel no sickness, want, or sadness, Resting in the arms of God. In the world woes follow fast, And a bitter death comes last, But in heaven shall nought destroy Endless peace and love and joy. Here is nought but care and mourning, Comes a joy, it will not stay; Fairly shines the sun at dawning, Night will soon o'ercloud the day; World, with thee we weep and pine, Gnawing care and grief are thine; But in heaven is no alloy, Only peace and love and joy. Well for him whom death has landed Safely on yon blessed shore, Where, in joyful worship banded, Sing the faithful evermore; For the world hath strife and war, All her works and hopes they mar, But in heaven is no annoy, Only peace and love and joy. Time, thou speedest on but slowly, Hours, how tardy is your pace, Ere with Him, the High and Holy, I hold converse face to face: World, with partings thou art rife, Fill'd with tears and storms and strife; But in heaven can nought destroy Endless peace and love and joy. Therefore will I now prepare me, That my work may stand His doom, And when all is sinking round me, I may hear not "Go"--but "Come!" World, the voice of grief is here, Outward seeming, care, and fear, But in heaven is no alloy, Only peace and love and joy! Languages: English

Conquering Prince and Lord of glory

Author: Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697-1769; Catherine Winkworth, 1829-78 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #227 (1933) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ His Resurrection and Ascension Languages: English Tune Title: SALZBURG

Christ, the Life of all the living

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #257 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death our foe, Who, Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessed Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Then, for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine 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. Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion; Forgiveness of Sin; Forgiveness of Sin Wrought by Christ; Gratitude to God and Christ; Rédemption Languages: English Tune Title: CHRIST, THE LIFE OF ALL THE LIVING

Christ, the Life of all the living

Author: Miss Winkworth; E. C. Homberg Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #361 (1894) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod, Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee O Thou sinless Son of God, Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death; For that last most bitter cry, Praise Thee evermore on high. Amen. Topics: General Languages: English Tune Title: [Christ, the Life of all the living]

Christ, the Life of all the living

Author: C. Winkworth; E. C. Homburgh Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #361 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod, Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee O Thou sinless Son of God, Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 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: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death; For that last most bitter cry, Praise Thee evermore on high. Amen. Topics: General; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: HOMBURGH

Knock and It Shall Be Opened

Author: Daniel S. Warner Hymnal: Timeless Truths #682 Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: O'er the door of heaven's kingdom Refrain First Line: Sinner, come, why still delay? Lyrics: 1 O’er the door of heaven’s kingdom Are the words forever true, “If ye knock it shall be opened”— Opened, sinner, yes, to you. Refrain: Sinner, come, why still delay? Knock at mercy’s door today; “Lost and guilty,” be thy plea, Then ’twill open wide to thee. 2 Oh, how kind this proclamation To the vilest sinner lost— Perfect, free and full salvation, Purchased at a boundless cost. [Refrain] 3 See the blessed invitation: “He that knocks may enter in”; Will you now accept the offer, Casting off your load of sin? [Refrain] 4 Have you long withstood His mercy? Has your heart unfeeling grown? “He that knocketh here may enter,” Is as sure as heaven’s throne. [Refrain] 5 Come, poor sinner, read the writing, Knock at mercy’s door today; Hear the love of God inviting, Come and enter while you may. [Refrain] Topics: Invitation Scripture: Matthew 7:7 Tune Title: [O'er the door of heaven's kingdom]