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22. Lord, Thy death and passion give

1 Lord, Thy death and passion give
Strength and comfort at my need,
Every hour while here I live
On Thy love my soul shall feed.
Doth some evil thought upstart?
Lo, Thy cross defends my heart,
Shows the peril, and I shrink
Back from loitering on the brink.

2 Doth my carnal nature yearn
After wanton joys? again
Quickly to Thy cross I turn,
And her voice is heard in vain.
Cometh strong temptation's hour,
When my foe puts forth his power?
Sheltered by this holy shield,
Soon I drive him from the field.

3 Would the world my steps entice
To yon wide and level road,
Filled with mirth, alluring vice?
Lord, I think upon the load
Thou didst once for me endure,
And I flee all thoughts impure;
Thinking on Thy bitter pains,
Hushed in prayer my heart remains.

4 Yes Thy cross hath power to heal
All the wounds of sin and strife,
Lost in Thee my heart doth feel
Sudden warmth and nobler life.
In my saddest, darkest grief
Let Thy sweetness bring relief,
Thou who camest but to save,
Thou who fearest not the grave!

5 Lord, in Thee I place my trust,
Thou art my defence and tower;
Death Thou treadest in the dust,
O'er my soul he hath no power;
That I may have part in Thee,
Help and save and comfort me,
Give me of Thy grace and might,
Resurrection, life and light.

6 Fount of good, within me dwell,
For the peace Thy presence sheds,
Keeps us safe in conflict fell,
Charms the pain from dying beds.
Hide me safe within Thine arm,
Where no foe can hurt or harm;
Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest,
He hath conquered, he is blest.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, Thy death and passion give
Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878
Author: J. Heermann
Language: English
Publication Date: 1884
Topic: The Passion
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