1 Though numbered with the sin-defiled,
I am my Father's long-sought child;
And now my soul is reconciled,
O Lamb of God, through thee!

Chorus:
The Lamb of God, who for me died
And on the cross was crucified,
In my behalf points to his side,
My only Intercessor.

2 In naught but filthy rags I come,
Yet weary of these paths I roam,
I seek at last my Father's home,
O Lamb of God, through thee! [Chorus]

3 No more, among the husks and swine,
With want and hunger I repine;
The ring, the robe, the kiss are mine,
O Lamb of God, through thee! [Chorus]

4 Though coming empty to thy feet,
My soul with joy is made replete;
Mine is the Father's pardon sweet,
O Lamb of God, through thee!