When Sore My Sins Distress Me

Who: Justus Genesius was a 17th century Lutheran theologian who, along with David Denicke, put out an hymnal. This hymn is translated by Emanuel Cronenwett, found in his "Hymns and Poems."
Note: This hymn has already been translated by Catherine Winkworth and an edited version of verses 1-4 can be found in TLH (152) and the rest in the Handbook (scroll down for the appropriate text). See also ELH 276 for the TLH edition.
This might be the only hymn to have the word 'barter.'
Lastly, I've never heard Jesus referred to as a martyr, although I guess He fulfills the meaning.
Changes: I made a few noticeless changes for clarity and one change to better match the meter.
Tune: The meter is 76 76 876 and the appointed tune is HERR CHRIST, DER EINIG GOTTES SOHN, LSB 402.

When sore my sins distress me,

O Christ, Thou Crucified!

Then let this comfort bless me,

That Thou for me hast died,

And on the agonizing tree

Hast borne the heavy burden

Of my iniquity.

O strange unending barter

That grace here makes to save;

The Lord expires as Martyr:

The Master for the slave!

Th'eternal God Himself doth give,

And dies for His lost creatures,

And bids us culprits live.

What harm can then now do me

My sins are numberless,

Since God with grace doth see me?

My debt and its distress

By Jesus' blood is wiped away,

So I no more need tremble

At hell and its dismay.

Hence with full heart I bless Thee,

Again and yet again,

With thankful praise confess Thee,

My Savior for Thy pain.

Thy cry of agonized distress,

Thy sacrificial dying,

Thy love and faithfulness.

Lord, let Thy Passion move me

To shun each lep'rous stain,

And, oh! Thy death reprove me

When prone to sin again,

So I will ne'er unmindful be

Of what great price it cost Thee,

Dear Lord, to ransom me.

My cross and tribulation

And be it scoff and scorn,

Help, so with resignation

By me it will be borne;

Let me this world deny and flee,

And follow the example

Which Thou hast set for me.

Grant me to do to others

As Thou hast done to me,

And love my fellow-brothers

And serve all willingly,

Void of pretense and self-design,

Impelled in all my actions

By motives such as Thine.

Thy wounds be my assurance

In my last hour, I pray;

And since on this securance

I ground mine only stay,

Believe to Thy merits cleave,

Thy grace, Lord, will accept me

And bid me with Thee live.

Wenn meine Sünd mich kränken
Justus Genesius
tr. E. Cronenwett, alt.