321. Behold the Lamb, Whose Precious Blood

C.M.
by W. Trotter
1
Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood
 
Drawn from His riven side,
 
Had power to make our peace with God,
 
Nor lets one spot abide.
2
The dying thief beheld that Lamb
 
Expiring by his side,
 
And proved the value of the name
 
Of Jesus crucified.
3
His soul, by virtue of the blood,
 
To paradise received,
 
Redemption’s earliest trophy stood,
 
From sin and death retrieved.
4
We, too, the cleansing power have known
 
Of the atoning blood,
 
By grace have learnt His name to own,
 
Which brings us back to God.
5
To Him, then, let our songs ascend,
 
Who stooped in grace so low:
 
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner’s Friend,
 
Let ceaseless praises flow.
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