Third Hymn to Christ 1 Still, O my soul, prolong The never-ceasing song! Christ my theme, my hope, my joy; His be all my happy days, Praise my ev'ry hour employ, Ev'ry breath be spent in praise. 2 His would I wholly be Who liv'd and died for me: Grief was all his life below, Pain and poverty and loss: Mine the sins that bruis'd him so, Scourg'd and nail'd him to the cross. 3 He bore the curse of all, A spotless criminal: Burden'd with a world of guilt, Blacken'd with imputed sin, Man to save his blood he spilt, Died, to make the sinner clean. 4 Join earth and heav'n to bless The LORD our righteousness! Myst'ry of redemption this, This the Saviour's strange design, Man's offence was counted his, Ours is righteousness divine. 5 Far as our parent's fall The gift is come to all: Sinn'd we all, and died in one? Just in one we all are made, Christ the law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for all, for all obey'd. 6 In him compleat we shine, His death, his life is mine. Fully am I justify'd, Free from sin, and more than free; Guiltless, since for me he dy'd, Righteous, since he liv'd for me! 7 Jesu! To thee I bow, Sav'd to the utmost now. O the depth of love divine! Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is thine, All thy ways unsearchable!