Jesus, Lamb of God, for Me

Jesus

Lamb of God

for me

Thou

the Lord of life

didst die;

Whither—whi­ther

but to Thee

Can a trem­bling sin­ner fly?

Death’s dark wa­ters o’er me roll

Save

O save

my sink­ing soul.

Never bowed a mar­tyr’s head

Weighed with eq­ual sor­row down;

Never blood so rich was shed

Never king wore such a crown;

To Thy cross and sac­ri­fice

Faith now lifts her tear­ful eyes.

All my soul by love sub­dued

Melts in deep con­tri­tion there;

By Thy migh­ty grace re­newed

Newborn hope for­bids des­pair:

Lord! Thou canst my guilt for­give

Thou has bid me look and live.

While with brok­en heart I kneel

Sinks the in­ward storm to rest;

Life—im­mor­tal life—I feel

Kindled in my throb­bing breast

Thine—for ev­er Thine—I am!

Glory to the bleed­ing Lamb!