1
Christ, the life of all the living,
Christ the death of death, my foe,
Who, Thyself for me once giving
Into darkest depths of woe,
By Thy death my ransom buying,
Hast delivered me from dying:
Praise and thanks shall ever be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
2
Thou, O Christ, hast taken on Thee
Scourges of the tongue and rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
O Thou sinless Son of God.
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver
From the bonds of sin for ever:
Praise and thanks shall ever be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
3
Heartless scoffers did surround Thee,
Treating Thee with cruel scorn;
With the piercing thorns they crowned Thee;
All disgrace, Lord, hast Thou borne,
That as Thine Thou mightest own me,
And with heavenly glory crown me:
Praise and thanks shall ever be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
4
Thou didst let Thyself be beaten
To deliver me from pain;
Falsely charged, and sorely smitten,
That Thy loss might be my gain;
Thou didst suffer crucifixion
For my comfort in affliction:
Praise and thanks shall ever be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
5
Jesus, from my heart I thank Thee,
For the vast, stupendous load,
Which Thou borest to release me
From the dreadful wrath of God;
For Thy cruel death and passion,
Agony and sore temptation,
For Thy anguish and Thy pain,
Thanks for ever, Lord. Amen.