The Voice of Praise ‎#435

435. I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy bounds: then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee:
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in thy bleeding side!
Who thence their life and strength derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move,
Oh, wondrous grace! oh, boundless love!

5 How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown?

Text Information

• First Line: I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God
• Translator: J. Wesley
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 63:1
  ;
  Matthew 5:6
• Topic: The Christian System: Justification By Faith; Thirsting for the Fullness of Love

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