III. Our Heritage. 6,6,6,6 Ach Jesu, dein Sterben [80]Anon. Jesus, the merit Of all that Thou hast borne Maketh me inherit The crown that hath no thorn! Ah then, teach me duly To worship at Thy cross, Owning inly, truly, The Love that bore our loss. There to sin, oh let me From henceforth daily die; Nor in death forget me, Then grant me life on high. |