1 Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace
For thee my thirsty Soul doth pine!
My longing Heart implores thy Grace
O make me in thy Likeness shine.
2 With fraudless, even, humble Mind
Thy Will in All Things may I see:
In Love be every Wish resign'd,
And hallow'd my whole Heart to thee:
3 When Pain o'er my weak Flesh prevails
With Lamb-like Patience arm my Brest;
When Grief my wounded Soul assails
In lowly Meekness may I rest.
4 Close by thy side still may I keep,
How e'er Life's various current flow;
With stedfast Eye mark every Step,
And follow thee where'er thou go.
5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won
alone thou hast the Vinepress trod;
In me thy Strengthening Grace be shewn,
O may I conquer thro' thy Blood!
6 So when on Sion thou shalt stand,
And all Heaven's Host adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy Right-Hand,
And free from Pain thy Glories sing.
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First Line: | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |
Source: | German |