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Lutheran Hymnal: 056 - O Lord, When Condemnation
Part I
1
O Lord, when condemnation
And guilt oppress my soul,
Then let Thy bitter passion
My doubts and fears control;
Thou on the cross hast died for me,
And in Thy love hast taken
My sin and guilt on Thee.
2
O wonder passing measure
To faith’s enlightened eye!
For slaves it was the pleasure
Of their own Lord to die.
The mighty God stoops from on high
For me, lost, ruined creature,
And deigns as man to die.
3
My sins rise up to heaven
And countless is their host;
But Christ His life has given,
And paid redemption’s cost.
Since then on Him my sins were laid
Of hell and all its torments
I am no more afraid.
4
Henceforth my heart shall bless Thee
While here I live and move,
With songs of praise address Thee
For all Thy dying love.
Thy suff6rings and great agony
Shall be my meditation
Till I am called to Thee.
Part II
5
Lord, let Thy bitter passion
My soul with strength inspire
To flee with indignation
All sinful, base desire.
O let me never, Lord, forget
The greatness of that ransom
Which paid my endless debt.
6
Should earthly griefs assail me,
And were it shame and scorn,
Let patience never fail me,
To bear as Thou hast borne.
Grant that the world I may forsake
And Thee, my Lord and master,
As my example take.
7
Let me now do to others
As Thou hast done for me,
And love all men as brothers,
Their willing servant be.
O may I never seek my own
But help as Thou hast helped me
With purest love alone.
8
At length, when I am bidden
With all things here to part,
The wounds in which I’m hidden
Speak peace into my heart;
And since my trust is in Thy blood,
O give me full assurance
That I shall see my God.
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Part I
1
O Lord, when condemnation
And guilt oppress my soul,
Then let Thy bitter passion
My doubts and fears control;
Thou on the cross hast died for me,
And in Thy love hast taken
My sin and guilt on Thee.
2
O wonder passing measure
To faith’s enlightened eye!
For slaves it was the pleasure
Of their own Lord to die.
The mighty God stoops from on high
For me, lost, ruined creature,
And deigns as man to die.
3
My sins rise up to heaven
And countless is their host;
But Christ His life has given,
And paid redemption’s cost.
Since then on Him my sins were laid
Of hell and all its torments
I am no more afraid.
4
Henceforth my heart shall bless Thee
While here I live and move,
With songs of praise address Thee
For all Thy dying love.
Thy suff6rings and great agony
Shall be my meditation
Till I am called to Thee.
Part II
5
Lord, let Thy bitter passion
My soul with strength inspire
To flee with indignation
All sinful, base desire.
O let me never, Lord, forget
The greatness of that ransom
Which paid my endless debt.
6
Should earthly griefs assail me,
And were it shame and scorn,
Let patience never fail me,
To bear as Thou hast borne.
Grant that the world I may forsake
And Thee, my Lord and master,
As my example take.
7
Let me now do to others
As Thou hast done for me,
And love all men as brothers,
Their willing servant be.
O may I never seek my own
But help as Thou hast helped me
With purest love alone.
8
At length, when I am bidden
With all things here to part,
The wounds in which I’m hidden
Speak peace into my heart;
And since my trust is in Thy blood,
O give me full assurance
That I shall see my God.