1 A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth,
The guilt of all men bearing;
And laden with the sins of earth,
None else the burden sharing!
Goes patient on, grow weak and faint,
To slaughter led without complaint,
That spotless life to offer;
Bears shame and stripes, and wounds and death,
Anguish and mockery, and saith,
"Willing all this I suffer."
2 This Lamb is Christ, the soul's great Friend,
The Lamb of God, our Savior;
Him God the Father chose to send
To gain for us His favor.
"Go forth, My Son," the Father saith,
"And free men from the fear of death,
From guilt and condemnation.
The wrath and stripes are hard to bear,
But by Thy Passion men shall share
The fruit of Thy salvation."
3 "Yea, Father, yea, most willingly
I'll bear what Thou commandest;
My will conforms to Thy decree,
I do what Thou demandest."
O wondrous Love, what hast Thou done!
The Father offers up His Son!
The Son, content, descendeth!
O Love, how strong Thou art to save!
Thou beddest Him within the grave
Whose word the mountains rendeth.
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5 Lord, all my life I'll cling to Thee,
Thy love fore'er beholding,
Thee ever, as Thou ever me,
With loving arms enfolding.
Yea, Thou shalt be my precious Light
To guide me safe through death's dark night,
My heart in sorrow cheering;
Henceforth myself and all I have
To Thee, my Savior, e'er I'll give,
Into Thy cause all pouring.
6 From morn till eve my theme shall be
Thy mercy's wondrous measure;
To sacrifice myself for Thee
Shall be my aim and pleasure.
My stream of life shall ever be
A current flowing ceaselessly,
Thy constant praise outpouring.
I'll treasure in my memory,
O Lord, all Thou hast done for me,
Thy gracious love adoring.
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8 This treasure ever I'll employ,
This ev'ry aid shall yield me;
In conflict it shall shield me;
In joy, the music of my feast,
And when all else has lost its zest,
This manna still shall feed me;
In thirst my drink, in want my food;
To comfort and to lead me.
9 Of death I am no more afraid,
New life from Thee is flowing;
Thy cross affords me cooling shade
When day's hot sun is glowing.
When by my grief I am oppressed,
On Thee my weary soul shall rest
And o'er grief's ills so conquer.
And when beneath life's storm woe
My ship is driven to and fro,
So art Thou then my Anchor.
10 And when Thy glory I shall see
And taste Thy kingdom's pleasure,
Thy blood my royal robe shall be,
My joy beyond all measure;
When I appear before Thy throne,
Thy righteousness shall be my crown,
With these I need not hide me.
And there, in garments richly wrought
As Thine own bride, I shall be brought
To stand in joy beside Thee.
|First Line:||A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth|
|Title:||A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth|
|German Title:||Ein Lämmlein geht und trägt die Schuld|
|Author:||P. Gerhardt, 1607-76|
|Translator:||H. Bartels, b. 1929|
|Meter:||87 87 887 887|
|Topic:||Jesus, Our Redeemer|
|Source:||Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal, St. Louis, 1942 (tr.)|
|Copyright:||© 1941 Concordia Publishing House from Handbook to The Lutheran Hymnal; Stanzas 4 and 7 © 1995 Harry K. Bartels. Used by permission.|
|Name:||AN WASSERFLÜSSEN BABYLON|
|Composer:||W. Dachstein, c. 1487-1553|
|Meter:||87 87 887 887|