E. C. Hornburg
THOU Life of my life, blessed Jesus,
Thou death of the death that was mine,
For me was Thy cross and Thine anguish,
Thy love and Thy sorrow divine;
Thou suffered the cross and the torment,
That I might forever go free.
A thousand, a thousand thanksgivings,
I bring, blessed Saviour, to Thee!
2
For me Thou hast borne the reproaches,
The mockery, hate and disdain;
The blows and the spittings of sinners,
The scourging, the shame and the pain,
To save me from bondage and judgement,
Thou gladly hast suffered for me.
3
O Lord, from my heart I do thank Thee,
For all Thou hast borne in my room:
Thine agony, dying, unsolaced,
Alone in the darkness of doom,
That I, in the glory of heaven,
Forever and ever might be.
