Thou Art the Christ, O Lord

Thou art the Christ

O Lord

The Son of God most high!

For ev­er be ad­ored

That name in earth and sky

In which

though mor­tal strength may fail

The saints of God at last pre­vail!

Oh

sure­ly he was blest

With bless­ed­ness un­priced

Who

taught of God

con­fessed

The God­head in the Christ!

For of Thy Church

Lord

Thou didst own

Thy saint a true foun­da­tion stone.

Thrice was he put to shame

Thrice did the daunt­less fall;

But

oh

that look that came

From out the judg­ment hall!

It pierced and broke the spell-bound heart

And foiled the tempt­er’s sift­ing art.

Thrice fall­en

thrice re­stored!

The bit­ter les­son learnt

That heart for Thee

O Lord

With tri­ple ar­dor burnt.

The cross he took he laid not down

Until he grasped the mar­tyr’s crown.

Oh

bright tri­umph­ant faith!

Oh

cour­age void of fears!

Oh

love most strong in death!

Oh

pe­ni­ten­tial tears!

By these

Lord

keep us lest we fall

And make us go where Thou shalt call.