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