1 O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed'st for us Thine own lifeblood,
And teach us all Thy love:--then pain
In life were sweet, and death were gain.
2 Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
Forever closed to all but Thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love forever there.
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.
4 Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.
5 First-born of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear Thy cross, and seek Thy crown.
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| First Line: | O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |