Text: | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God |
Author (verse 3): | Johann (1712-83) |
Author (verse 4): | Anna Nitschmann (1715-60) |
Author (verses 1 and 2): | Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60) |
Translator: | John Wesley (1703-91) |
1 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.
2 Take my poor heart and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee;
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in thy bleeding side,
Who life and strength do thence derive,
And for thee fight, and in thee live.
4 O conquering Jesus, Saviour thou,
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow;
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine we will die, thine we will live.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God |
Author (verses 1 and 2): | Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60) |
Author (verse 3): | Johann (1712-83) |
Author (verse 4): | Anna Nitschmann (1715-60) |
Translator: | John Wesley (1703-91) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Challenge |