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I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XLVII (1791) Lyrics: 1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood: To dwell within thy wounds: then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take this poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd 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 shelter'd in thy bleeding side? Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live! 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning spirit breathe; Thou giv’st the pow'r thy grace to move, O wond'rous grace, O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heav'nly king, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucify'd." 7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought! Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable! 8 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo! all our souls we bow; To thee our hearts and hands we give Thine may we die, thine may we live. Topics: Petition Languages: English

I thirst thou wounded Lamb of God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XLVII (1788) Lyrics: 1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood: To dwell within thy wounds: then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take this poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd 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 shelter'd in thy bleeding side! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live! 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning spirit breathe; Thou giv’st the pow'r thy grace to move, O wond'rous grace, O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heav'nly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucify'd." 7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought! Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable! 8 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo! all our souls we bow; To thee our hearts and hands we give; Thine may we die, thine may we live. Topics: Petition Languages: English

I thirst thou wounded Lamb of God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XLVII (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 I thirst thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take this poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd 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 shelter'd in thy bleeding side? Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe: Thou giv’st the pow'r thy grace to move, O wond'rous grace, O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heav'nly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucify'd." 7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm'ring tongue to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable! 8 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo! all our souls we bow: To thee our hearts and hands we give; Thine may we die, thine may we live. Topics: Petition Languages: English

I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb

Author: John Wesley Hymnal: Light and Life Songs No. 3 #183 (1918) First Line: I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God Languages: English Tune Title: SESSIONS

I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb

Author: N. L. Zinzendorf Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life #224 (1891) First Line: I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God Languages: English

I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb

Author: J. Wesley; Nicolaus L. Zinzendorf Hymnal: Praise and Promise #230 (1900) First Line: I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God Languages: English

I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God

Author: John Wesley; N. L. v. Zinzendorf; John Nitschmann; Anna Nitschmann Hymnal: Church Book #371 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in Thy cleansing Blood; To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take this 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 life and strength from Thee derive, And by Thee move, and in Thee live! 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till Thou Tthy quickening Spirit breathe? Thou giv’st the power Thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O 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? 6 Ah Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders Thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell Thy Love immense, unsearchable! Topics: The Order of Salvation Faith and Justification; Sundays in Lent; Lent, Second Sunday; Lent, Fifth Sunday; Passion Week; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: FRANKFORT

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #384 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take this poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd 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 shelter'd in thy bleeding side! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick'ning Spirit breathe? Thou giv’st the power thy grace to move, O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring; Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable! Topics: Christian experience Communion with Christ, and love to him

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

Author: J. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #435 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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? Topics: The Christian System Justification By Faith; Thirsting for the Fullness of Love Scripture: Psalm 63:1

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

Author: Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60); Johann (1712-83); Anna Nitschmann (1715-60); John Wesley (1703-91) Hymnal: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #424 (1986) Lyrics: 1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; 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 life and strength do thence derive, And for thee fight, and in thee live. 4 O conquering Jesus, Saviour thou, To thee, lo! all our souls we bow; To thee our hearts and hands we give; Thine we will die, thine we will live. Topics: The life of holiness Challenge Languages: English