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BibleGateway: Luke 23:50-56

ESV Text: Luke 23:50-56


KJV Text:

The section starts at about 5:49 and ends at about 6:46

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     50 And, behold, there was a man named Joseph, a counsellor; and he was a good man, and a just: 51 (The same had not consented to the counsel and deed of them;) he was of Arimathaea, a city of the Jews: who also himself waited for the kingdom of God. 52 This man went unto Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. 53 And he took it down, and wrapped it in linen, and laid it in a sepulchre that was hewn in stone, wherein never man before was laid. 54 And that day was the preparation, and the sabbath drew on. 55 And the women also, which came with him from Galilee, followed after, and beheld the sepulchre, and how his body was laid. 56 And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the sabbath day according to the commandment.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 151:
Christ, the Life of All the Living

— Organ Audio

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1. Christ, the Life of all the living, 
Christ, the Death of death, our foe, 
Who, Thyself for me once giving 
To the darkest depths of woe,– 
Through thy sufferings, death, and merit 
I eternal life inherit: 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

2. Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee 
Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; 
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 
O Thou sinless Son of God! 
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver 
From the bonds of sin forever. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

3. Thou hast borne the smiting only 
That my wounds might all be whole; 
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, 
Rest to give my weary soul; 
Yea, the curse of God enduring, 
Blessing unto me securing. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

4. Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, 
Treating Thee with shameful scorn, 
And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee. 
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne 
That as Thine Thou mightest own me 
And with heavenly glory crown me. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

5. Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee 
That from pain I might be free; 
Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee,– 
Thence I gain security; 
Comfortless Thy soul did languish 
Me to comfort in my anguish. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

6. Thou hast suffered great affliction 
And hast borne it patiently, 
Even death by crucifixion, 
Fully to atone for me; 
Thou didst choose to be tormented 
That my doom should be prevented. 
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, 
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 

7. Then, for all that wrought my pardon, 
For Thy sorrows deep and sore, 
For Thine anguish in the Garden, 
I will thank Thee evermore, 
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing, 
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, 
For that last triumphant cry, 
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.