A Lamb Goes Forth: The Sins He Bears

A Lamb goes forth: the sins He bears

Of ev­ery ge­ne­ra­tion:

Himself with pa­tience He pre­pares

To die for ev­ery na­tion.

All faint and weak

be­hold! He goes

His life re­sign­ing to His foes:

No thought His grief can mea­sure.

He yields to scorn

re­proach

dis­dain

Wounds

ang­uish

cross

and dy­ing pain

And saith

It is my plea­sure.

This Lamb my great­est friend I own;

He is my soul’s re­demp­tion:

Sin to de­stroy is His alone

And give from wrath ex­empt­ion.

In sighs His Spir­it melts away

His blood

my life in heav­en­ly day

In pur­ple streams is flow­ing.

O Lamb be­loved! how shall I Thee

Requite for all

thus un­to me

Such won­drous good­ness show­ing!