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I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
From the German.8181Compare Zinzendorf’s “Ach mein werwund’ner Fürste” in Knapp’s Edition, p.125.
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. |
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. |
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! |
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! |
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 |
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.” |
Ah, Lord enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders Thou hast wrought! Unloose our stammering tongue, to tell Thy love, immense, unsearchable! |
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. |
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