The Psalms of David ‎#III.XXII

III.XXII. Our Spirits join t' adore the Lamb

1 Our Spirits join t' adore the Lamb;
O that our feeble Lips could move
In Strains immortal as his Name,
And melting as his dying Love.

2 Was ever equal Pity found?
The Prince of Heav'n resigns his Breath,
And pours his Life out on the Ground,
To ransom guilty Worms from Death.

[3 Rebels, we broke our Maker's Laws;
He from the Threat'ning set us free,
Bore the full Vengeance on his Cross,
And nail'd the Curses to the Tree.]

[4 The Law proclaims no Terror now,
And Sinai's Thunder roars no more;
From all his Wounds new Blessings flow,
A Sea of Joy without a shore.

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest Stains,
And heal'd our Wounds with heav'nly Blood;
Blest Fountain! springing from the Veins
Of Jesus our incarnate God.]

6 In vain our mortal Voices strive
To speak Compassion so divine;
Had we a Thousand Lives to give,
A Thousand Lives should all be thine.

Text Information

• First Line: Our Spirits join t' adore the Lamb
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Compassion of a dying Christ; Christ: His Death, Grace and Glory by it; Love of Christ dying

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