Lyrics
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
Thou hast borne the smiting only
That my wounds might all be whole
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely
Rest to give my weary soul
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee
Heartless scoffers did surround you
Treating Thee with shameful scorn
And with piercing thorns they crowned you
All disgrace my Lord, hast borne
You have suffered great affliction
And have borne it patiently
Even death by crucifixion
Fully to atone for me
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee
Then, for all that wrought my pardon
For Thy sorrows deep and sore
For Thine anguish in the Garden
I will thank Thee evermore
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying
For that last triumphant cry
I shall praise Thee, Lord, on high
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee
Lloyd Bailey
O/B/O DistroKid