It is set to the tune, VON GOTT WILL ICH NICHT LASSEN.
1. Our hope and consolation
To Christ alone we trace;
He pleads for our salvation
In that Most Holy Place:
Before the Father's throne,
Christ brings a crimson treasure,
Surpassing human measure,
Which did our world atone.
2. Behind that lofty curtain,
Beyond our earthly sight,
In Christ, our hope is certain,
There fixed by God's own might:
An anchor for the soul,
Held tightly and securely,
Where Christ for us still surely
Fulfills His priestly role.
3. For Christ is not like Aaron,
Nor of that priestly clan;
From Judah's line, long-barren,
Came forth the Son of Man:
The King of Righteousness!
This holy king once offered
His sinless life and suffered
Our death upon the cross.
4. In hope our Savior rested,
Within a rich man's grave,
Until our foes He bested,
Arising, strong to save;
Grim death He overthrew!
A pathway pioneering,
The way to heaven clearing--
Our hope is firm and true!
5. Then let us hold unswerving
This hope that we profess,
Though wholly undeserving
Of grace that we confess.
We follow where Christ trod;
His Word will guide and lead us,
His Supper fully feed us,
All glory be to God!
6. O Father, You have made us,
Your Name is our delight;
O Christ, You have arrayed us
In flawless robes of white;
You, Spirit, we adore--
Who with the Father reigning,
And God the Son, remaining
One God, forevermore.
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