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,
New-born 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!