1 Behold the Lamb whose precious blood,
Drawn from His riven side,
Had pow'r to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.
2 The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by his side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.
3 His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received;
Redemption's earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.
4 We too the cleansing pow'r have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.
5 To Him, then, let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner's Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.
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| First Line: | Behold the Lamb whose precious blood |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |