A holy, pure, and spotless Lamb

Once came to earthly regions;

To bear the weight of sins He came,

Of this world’s countless legions:

A weary way He humbly trod;

When scourged by man’s chastising rod,

Bore all with resignation:

Mid blows and wounds He silent stood,

Till, laid upon the fatal Wood,

He died, a meek Oblation.

Then all day long and every day

My thoughts on this remaining,

Such love with love I will repay,

Love constant and unwaning.

Lord, Thou shalt be my Beacon-light,

To guide me through the world’s dark night,

And cheer my heart in sorrow;

Henceforth myself and all that’s mine

To thee entirely I consign,

From Whom all things I borrow.

By morn and eve my theme shall be

Thy mercy’s wondrous measure;

To sacrifice myself to Thee

My foremost aim and pleasure:

As flows my life’s swift stream along,

Thou still shalt hear a grateful song

Its onward course attending;

From memory’s clearest fount, the thought

Of what Thy love for me has wrought,

With all its eddies blending.

No more I fear death’s fatal sting,

Thy Blood ’gainst death shall arm me:

Beneath the shadow of Thy Wing,

No scorching sun can harm me:

By weight of anxious thought opprest,

On Thee my weary soul shall rest,

As sick man on his pillow:

My Anchor, when ’mid storms of woe,

My bark is driven to and fro,

On trouble’s restless billow.

And when I come before Thy Throne

On Resurrection Morning,

The glorious crown which Thou hast won,

My blissful head adorning,

May I be placed on Thy right side,

With Thy loved Church, Thy chosen Bride,

Drawn out from every nation;

No more of God’s just wrath afraid,

In Purple of Thy Blood arrayed,

And garments of salvation.