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!

2 Never bowed a martyred 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.

3 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 hast bid me look and live.

4 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!