BACH'S PASSION CHORALE (76 76 D.)
Hans Leo Hassler. Lustgarten Deutsche Gesänge, 1601.
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"Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!"
LAMB of God, once wounded,
With grief and pain weighed down,
Thy sacred head surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown!
How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
2 O Lord of life and glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow,
To praise Thee, heavenly Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
O let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
Show Thou Thyself to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, Who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony;
"Out of the depths have I cried unto Thee, O Lord."
1 THOU who didst on Calvary bleed, Thou who dost for sinners plead, Help me in my time of need;
Jesus, hear my cry.
2 In my darkness and my grief,
With my heart of unbelief,
I, who am of sinners chief,
Lift to Thee mine eye.
3 Foes without and fears within,
With no plea Thy grace to win,
But that Thou canst save from sin,
To Thy cross I fly.
4 Others, long in fetters bound,
Their deliverance sought and found,
Heard the voice of mercy sound;
5 There on Thee I cast my care; There to Thee I raise my prayer; Jesus, save me from despair,
6 When the storms of trial lower, When I feel temptation's power, In the last and darkest hour,
Jesus, be Thou nigh.
7 King of glory, soul of bliss,
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
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