2 Just as I am-and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot-
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!
3 Just as I am-though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within, and wars without-
O Lamb of God, I come!
4[Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind—
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come!]
5 Just as I am-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe-
O Lamb of God, I come!
6 Just as I am-thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down-
Now to be thine, yea thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!
1 SEE, what unbounded zeal and love
Inflam'd the Saviour's breast,
When stedfast towards Jerusalem
His urgent way He press'd.
2[Good-will to man, and zeal for God,
His ev'ry thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,
He thirsts to reach the cross.]
3 With all his suff'rings full in view,
And woes to us unknown;
Forth to the work his spirit flew:
'Twas love that urg'd Him on.
4 By his obedience unto death
See paradise restor❜d;
And fallen man brought face to face
With his forgiving Lord.
5 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross,
Who all our griefs hast borne;
To look on Thee, whom we have pierc'd,
To look on Thee, and mourn.
6 While thus we mourn, may we rejoice;
And, as thy cross we see,
May each exclaim, in faith and hope:-
The Saviour died for me!
1 PASCHAL Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
Ev'ry sin may be forgiven
Through the virtue of thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven;
Peace is made for man with God.
2 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heav'nly host adore Thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading,
Spare them yet another year:"
Thou for saints art interceding,
Till in glory they appear.
3 Worship, honour, pow'r, and blessing,
Christ is worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:
Help, ye bright angelic spirits!
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits!
Help to chaunt Immanuel's praisę!
Matt. xxvii, 45. Acts xx, 28.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for sins that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the great Creator, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While Jesu's cross appears;
heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord! I give myself to Thee;
"Tis all that I can do.
Jesus our constant theme.
1 THOU dear Redeemer! dying Lamb!
We love to hear of Thee;
No music like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet, can be.
2 O may we ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec !
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's glorious name,
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud;
And Christ shall be our song.
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