1 A Lamb bears all its guilt away
The world thus to deliver,
All sins of sinners patiently
It bears and murmurs never.
It goes, and weak and sick is made,
An offering on the altar laid,
All pleasure it forsaketh,
Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath,
To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death,
This cup with gladness taketh.
2 This spotless Lamb, our soul’s great Friend,
And everlasting Savior,
God chooseth sin’s dread reign to end
And bring us to His favor.
Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee
The children who’re exposed by me
To punishment and anger.
The punishment is great, and dread
The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed,
And free them thus this danger.
3 Shrine of my heart! now opened be,
To thee shall now be given
Fair treasures that far greater be
Than earth, and sea, and heaven.
Away, gold of Arabia,
Myrrh, calamus, and cassia!
Far better I discover.
My priceless treasure is, O Thou
My Jesus! what so freely now
From Thy wounds floweth over!
4 And when at last heav’n’s gate I see,
And taste the kingdom’s pleasure,
This blood shall then my purple be,
I’ll clothe me in this treasure;
It shall be then my glorious crown,
In which I’ll stand before the throne
Of God, with none to blame me;
And as a bride in fair array,
I’ll stand beside my Lord that day,
Who woo’d, and then will claim me.
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