LENT 148 Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light Luke 23: 33 L. M. O Jesu Christ, mein’s Lebens Licht Martin Behm, 1610, cento Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858, 1863, alt. O Jesu Christ, mein’s “Nüernbergisches Gesangbuch,” 1676 To My Where My me ney’s ther my pow’r length, land, Light, wast meet through Strength ed the Thy by Je let heart off Thy sulks I sus Lord 1 4 Oh, 3 My 2 Far fa give jour Life, see suf at Christ, f’rings the my my has pass and still that a com cries Par fresh lone reach but day, blood fort in a ing flesh last my I strength; stand. night, est tle to by dark lit hope Trust and soul ere earth blood hour! re a I I’m Thy My But On and make home, me way with sore wea take bonds me ly ry my be take ters fet fore sins guest dise, me: me; And A “Lord, Thy men. me to me op prest. lies. free. Thee!” A 5 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. 6 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. 7 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. 8 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. 9 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. 10 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. 11 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!