1 I come, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To rest beneath Thy cross, 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 at 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 Thy 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 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!
Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #437
I come, Thou wounded Lamb of God . This, in Gloria Deo, N.Y., 1900, is an altered form of "I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God," p. 558, i.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)