1 A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth,
The guilt of all men bearing;
'Tis laden with the sin of earth;
None else the burden sharing.
It goes its way, grows weak and faint,
To slaughter led without complaint,
Its spotless life to offer;
Bears shame, and stripes, and wounds, and death,
Anguish and mockery, and saith,
"Willing all this I suffer."

2 This spotless Lamb, our soul's great Friend,
And everlasting Saviour,
God chooseth sin's dread reign to end
And bring us to His favor.
"Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee
The children who're exposed by me
To punishment and anger.
the punishment is great, and dread
The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed,
And free them from this danger."

3 Dilate, shrine of my heart, and swell,
To thee shall now be given
A treasure that doth far excel
The worth of earth and heaven.
Away with silver and with gold,
With treasures of an earthly mold!
I've found a better jewel.
My priceless treasure, Lord my God,
Is thy most holy, precious blood,
Which flowed from wounds so cruel.

4 And when Thy glory I shall see
And taste Thy kingdom's pleasure
Thy blood shall then my purple be,
I'll clothe me in this treasure;
It then shall be my glorious crown;
thus I'll appear before the throne
Of God, and need not hide me;
And shall, by Him to Thee bethrothed,
By Thee in bridal garments clothed,
Stand as a bride beside Thee.