Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#384

384. I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God

1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take this poor heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd 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 shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning 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,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

6 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

Text Information

• First Line: I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christian experience: Communion with Christ, and love to him

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