Thou, Je­sus Christ, didst man be­come
From death us to de­li­ver;
Thy pi­ty­ing eye be­held our doom,
That we were lost for­ev­er;
Thou gav­est hope in dir­est need
When death and hell with gap­ing greed
Were rea­dy to de­vour us.

Thou couldst not bear that Sa­tan’s might
Had in its grasp en­slaved us;
In pity Thou didst for us fight,
And hast in mer­cy saved us.
From Hea­ven Thou cam’st for our re­lease,
To pur­chase our eter­nal peace
By bit­ter death and suf­fer­ing.

And Thou hast taught us in Thy Word
That faith shall life in­her­it,
For Thou art mer­ci­ful, O Lord,
And sav’st us by Thy mer­it,
If we but sim­ply do be­lieve
That all Thy child­ren shall re­ceive
The bless­ings Thou hast pro­mised.

Our bro­ther Thou art now be­come—
An hon­or be­yond mea­sure!
Thou wouldst our life with mer­cy crown,
And give us rich­est trea­sure.
The world’s con­tempt we need not fear,
God’s Son is now our bro­ther dear,
What pow­er can now de­stroy us?

All praise to Thee eter­nal­ly
For all Thy gra­cious fa­vor;
We are God’s child­ren now with Thee,
Lord Je­sus Christ, our Sav­ior!
Well may we one and all re­joice,
And praise our God with heart and voice;
He is our gra­cious Fa­ther.