478. 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
Forever closed to all but Thee:
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love forever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide,
Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side!
Who thence their life and strength 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 givest 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-failing 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."

Text Information
First Line: I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God
Title: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God
Author: Nicolaus L Zinzendorf
Translator: John Wesley, 1703-1791
Meter: L M
Language: English
Publication Date: 1999
Topic: Consecration
Tune Information
Name: DUKE STREET
Composer: John C Hatton, d. 1793
Meter: L M
Key: E♭ Major



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