O COME, THOU STRICKEN LAMB OF GOD!

O Come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed'st for us Thine own life-blood,
And teach us all Thy love: then pain
Were sweet, and life or death were gain.

Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
For ever closed to all but Thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love for ever there.

How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.

Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.

First-born of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow!
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne
We bear the cross, and seek the crown.