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 closed 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 heavenly 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 stammering tongues to tell
Thy love Immense, unsearchable.

5 First-born of many brethren, thou,
To thee both earth and heaven must bow;
Help us to thee our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live!

The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791