Hymn 435: I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God

Odo Agutan Olorun

Hymn: 435

Meter: L.M (8.8.8.8)

Season: Idapo Mimo

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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.
Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast, and let me we;
That pledge of love for ever there!
How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side,
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live.
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-fading crown?
Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
First-born of many brethren thou!
To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow:
To Thee our hearts and hands we give:
Thine may we die, Thine may we live! Amen.

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