Thou Lamb of God, Thou Prince of peace,

For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine!

My longing soul implores Thy grace;

O, make in me Thy likeness shine!

With fraudless, even, humble mind,

Thy will in all things may I see:

In love be every wish resign’d,

And hallow’d my whole heart to Thee.

When pain o’er my weak flesh prevails,

With lamb-like patience arm my breast;

When grief my wounded soul assails,

In lowly meekness may I rest.

Close by Thy side still may I keep,

Howe’er life’s various current flow;

With steadfast eye mark every step,

And follow Thee where’er Thou go.

Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;

Alone Thou hast the wine-press trod:

In me Thy strengthening grace be shown;

O, may I conquer through Thy blood!

So when on Sion Thou shalt stand,

And all heaven’s host adore their King,

Shall I be found at Thy right hand,

And free from pain Thy glories sing.