Jesu, Solace Of My Soul

1 Jesu, solace of my soul,
Gentle Mediator,
King of kings from pole to pole,
Heaven and earth’s creator,
Who can praise Thee as he ought,
Thee, the world-wide wonder,
Tell what pangs our sorrows wrought,
Rending Thee asunder?

2 Love, it drew Thee from the sky,
Love of souls that perished,
Leaving—here on earth to die—
All Thy glories cherished:
Born into the vale of tears,
There Thyself more tearful;
Toiling up the steep of years
To a height more fearful.

3 Born life’s saddest paths to tread,
Thou the world’s salvation,
Hungry, Thou the Living Bread,
In its desolation;
Thou, the fourfold river’s fount,
Paradise all steeping,
Thirsting on the cursèd Mount,
In the Garden weeping!

4 O, the depth, the breadth, the height
Of Thy love’s extension,
Jesus, O the wondrous might
Of Thy condescension;
Innocency’s purest bloom,
All Thy foes refuting,
Bearing all our sorrow’s doom,
All our sins imputing.

5 Mine the while the joys of life,
Thine its tribulation;
Mine the glory of the strife,
Thine the consternation;
Mine the banquet’s sweetness all,
Thine the self-devotion;
Thine the vinegar and gall
For Thy bitter potion!


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10781

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