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. Patiently didst yield thy breath, but to save my soul from death. 1000,000 thanks shall be, blessed Jesus unto thee. Thou, ah, thou hast taken on thee bitter strokes a cruel rod. Pain and scorn were heaped upon thee. Oh thou sinless Son of God. Only thus for me to win, rescue from the bonds of sin. Thousand, 1,000 thanks shall be blessed Jesus unto thee. Thou didst bear the smiting only, that it might not fall on me. Stoodest falsely charged and lonely, that I might be safe and free. Comfortless that I might know comfort from thy boundless woe. 1000,000 thanks shall be blessed, Jesus, unto thee. Then for all that wrought our pardon for thy sorrows deep and sore, for thine anguish in the garden, I will thank thee evermore. Thank thee with my latest breath for thy sad and cruel death. For that last and bitter cry, praise thee evermore on high.