Lord Jesus Christ Who Intercedes

 Lord Jesus Christ Who Intercedes

O Jesu Christe, Wahres Licht


Lord Jesus Christ, who intercedes, 

Whose blood for all thy people pleads, 

Praying for us at God's right hand, 

Fulfilling all the law's demands.


Thy Holy Spirit daily pour, 

Lord, on thy ministers; restore 

Thy church to pious unity, 

To preach no savior but for Thee.


Thy revelation let us heed, 

Sufficient for our faith indeed; 

All priestly Sadducees abjure, 

Who would thy Holy Word obscure.


Nor any other be our stay — 

Thou only guide us on our way; 

Turn us to Thee, our sins forgive, 

With Thee eternally to live.


We by none other name are saved 

But that which on us was engraved, 

Baptized in Jesus Christ we boast, 

With Father and with Holy Ghost.

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