I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God
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 my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me we;
That pledge of love for ever there!
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered 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 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 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."
7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
8 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!
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 my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me we;
That pledge of love for ever there!
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered 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 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 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."
7 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
8 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!
More Lyrics From The Album
- 01. O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing
- 02. Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast
- 03. All That Pass By, To Jesus Draw Near
- 04. Ho! Every One That Thirsts, Draw Nigh!
- 05. Thy Faithfulness, Lord, Each Moment We Find
- 06. Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?
- 07. Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign
- 08. What Could Your Redeemer Do
- 09. Sinners, Obey The Gospel-word! Sinners, Obey The Gospel-word!
- 10. Ye Thirsty For God, To Jesus Give Ear
- 11. God, The Offended God Most High
- 12. Come, Ye That Love The Lord
- 13. Happy Soul That Free From Harms
- 14. Happy The Man That Finds The Grace
- 15. Happy The Souls To Jesus Joined
- 16. Happy The Souls That First Believed
- 17. Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Flow
- 18. Father, Saviour Of Mankind
- 19. Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above
- 20. Weary Souls, That Wander Wide
- 21. Ye Simple Souls That Stray
- 22. Behold The Saviour Of Mankind
- 23. Extended On A Cursed Tree
- 24. Saviour, If Thy Precious Love
- 25. Stupendous Love Of God Most High!
- 26. I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God
- 27. Saviour, The World's And Mine
- 28. Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!
- 29. Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come
- 30. Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
