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!