Lamb of God! Our souls adore Thee
While upon Thy face we gaze;
There the Fa­ther’s love and glo­ry
Shine in all their bright­est rays;
Thine al­migh­ty pow­er and wis­dom
All cre­ation’s works pro­claim;
Heaven and earth alike con­fess Thee
As the ev­er great I AM.

Lamb of God! Thy Fa­ther’s bosom
Ever was Thy dwell­ing place;
His de­light, in Him re­joic­ing,
One with Him in pow­er and grace;
Oh, that won­drous love and mercy—
Thou didst lay Thy glo­ry by,
And for us didst come from Hea­ven,
As the Lamb of God, to die!

Lamb of God! When we be­hold Thee
Lowly in the man­ger laid,
Wandering as a home­less stran­ger
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the gar­den,
In Thine ago­ny of blood,
At Thy grace we are con­found­ed,
Holy, spot­less, Lamb of God!

When we see Thee, as the vic­tim,
Bound for us up­on the tree,
For our guilt and fol­ly strick­en,
All our judg­ment born by Thee—
Lord, we own, with hearts ador­ing,
Thou hast loved us un­to blood:
Glory, glo­ry ev­er­last­ing,
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!

Lamb of God, Thou soon in glo­ry
Will to this sad earth re­turn;
All Thy foes shall quake be­fore Thee,
All that now des­pise Thee mourn;
Then Thy saints all ga­thered to Thee,
With Thee in Thy king­dom reign;
Thine the praise and Thine the glo­ry,
Lamb of God, for sin­ners slain.