O Christ, true Son of God most high, Thy name we praise for ever; Whoe'er to Thee for help doth cry Shall find Thee fail him never; 'Tis Thou wilt plead, Thou intercede With God, for us who need Thy prayers so sore: Thy bitter strife Hath wrought us life, And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore! To Thee the Father giveth now All power in earth and heaven; Sin, Satan, Death to Thee must bow, All fetters Thou hast riven, Bade fear to cease, And made our peace, That now to God we dare our hearts outpour: Thy bitter strife Hath wrought us life, And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore! Fulness of grace is in Thy Word; The Life, the Truth, the Way To life eternal art Thou, Lord; To Thee alone we pray, Who didst appear A servant here To bear the sin that crushed the world before: Thy bitter strife Hath wrought us life, And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore!