Scripture Verse

When they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified Him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Luke 23:33

Introduction

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Martin Behm (1557–1622)

Words: Mar­tin Behm, 1610, cen­to (O Je­su Christ, mein’s Le­bens Licht). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Ca­the­rine Wink­worth, 1858, 1863, alt.

Music: O Je­su Christ, mein’s Nürn­berg­isch­es Ge­sang­buch, 1676 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Catherine Winkworth
(1827–1878)

Lyrics

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.

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.

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.

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!