LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
| | Writer(s): | German
| | Transl/Adapt: | John Wesley
| | Dates: | 1740
| | Bible Refs: | Rev 13:8
| A Collection of Hymns (Methodist)
| 1889
| 26
| Sarum Hymnal
| 1869
| 128
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| 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!
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