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1 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 by my sins oppressed.
2 Far off I see my fatherland,
Where through Thy grace I hope to stand;
But ere I reach that Paradise
A weary way before me lies.
3 My heart sinks at the journey's length,
My wasted flesh has little strength;
Only my soul still cries in me,
Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee.
4 O let Thy sufferings give me power
To meet the last and darkest hour;
Thy cross the staff whereon I lean,
My couch the grave where Thou hast been.
5 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.
6 And when the last great day is come
And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom,
Let me with joy behold the light,
And set me then upon Thy right.
7 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.
8 Then I shall have my heart's desire,
When, singing with the angels' choir,
Among the ransomed of Thy grace,
Forever I behold Thy face.
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First Line: | Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Contemplation of Death |
Notes: | Author from Index: Germ.— Winkworth |