O come, thou wounded Lamb of God

1 O Come, thou wounded Lamb of God;
Come, wash us in thy Cleansing Blood!
Give us to know thy Love, then Pain
Is sweet, and Life or Death is Gain.

2 Take our poor Hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but Thee;
Seal thou our Breasts, and let us wear
That pledge of Love for ever there.

3 How can it be thou heav'nly King,
That thou should Man to Glory bring!
Make Slaves the Partners of thy Throne,
And give them an immortal Crown!

4 Ah, Lord! enlarge our Scanty Thought;
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring Tongues to tell
Thy Love Immense, unsearchable.

5 First-born of many Brethren, thou,
To Thee both Earth and Heav'n must bow;
Help us to Thee our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live!

Source: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #CCXIV