Translations. - A Song Of St. John Huss, Improved By Dr. Martin Luther. (Luther's Song-Book.)

Christ Jesus, our Redeemer born,     Who from us did God's anger turn     Through his sufferings sore and main     Help he us all out of hell-pain!     That we never should forget it,     Gave he us his flesh, to eat it,     Hid in poor bread, gift divine,     And, to drink, his blood in the wine.     Who will draw near to that table,     Must take heed, all he is able!     Who unworthy thither goes,     Thence death instead of life he sows.     God the Father praise thou duly,     That he thee would feed so truly,     And for ill deeds by thee done     Up unto death has given his son.     Have this faith, and do not waver,     'Tis a food for every craver     Who, his heart with sin opprest,     Can no more for its anguish rest.     Such kindness and such grace to get     Seeks a heart with labour great.     Is it well with thee? take care     Lest at last thou shouldst evil fare.     He doth say, Come hither, O ye     Poor, that I may pity show ye:     From the leech the sound will start,     And make a mockery of his art.     Hadst thou any skill to offer     Why for thee should I then suffer?     Table this is not for thee     If saviour thou thine own canst be.     If such faith thy heart possesses     And the same thy mouth confesses,     Fit guest then thou art indeed     And so this food thy soul will feed.     But bear fruit, or lose thy labour:     Take thou heed thou love thy neighbour,     That thou food to him mayst be     As thy God makes himself to thee.