Jesus, Lamb of God, for me
Thou, the Lord of life, didst die;
Whither—whi­ther, but to Thee,
Can a trem­bling sin­ner fly?
Death’s dark wa­ters o’er me roll,
Save, O save, my sink­ing soul.

Never bowed a mar­tyr’s head
Weighed with eq­ual sor­row down;
Never blood so rich was shed,
Never king wore such a crown;
To Thy cross and sac­ri­fice
Faith now lifts her tear­ful eyes.

All my soul by love sub­dued,
Melts in deep con­tri­tion there;
By Thy migh­ty grace re­newed,
Newborn hope for­bids des­pair:
Lord! Thou canst my guilt for­give,
Thou has bid me look and live.

While with brok­en heart I kneel
Sinks the in­ward storm to rest;
Life—im­mor­tal life—I feel
Kindled in my throb­bing breast
Thine—for ev­er Thine—I am!
Glory to the bleed­ing Lamb!