437. I come, Thou wounded Lamb of God

1 I come, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To rest beneath Thy cross, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed 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 sheltered at Thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from Thee derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till Thou Thy quickening 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,
Decked with a never-fading crown?

6 First-born of many brethren Thou!
To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow;
To Thee our hearts and hands we give:
Thine may we die, Thine may we live!

Text Information
First Line: I come, Thou wounded Lamb of God
Translator: J. Wesley, 1703-1791
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Blood of Christ; Christ: Lamb of God; Consecration: Of Self (5 more...)
Tune Information
Name: PENTECOST
Composer: W. Boyd, 1847-
Meter: L.M.
Key: G Major or modal



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