What! the Friend of sinners dies,
Jesus, Lamb of God,
And we still His name despise,
Jesus, Lamb of God!
Come by faith to Calvary,
There His love, His sorrow see,
For our Friend indeed is He,
Jesus, Lamb of God.
Oh! His soul was sore opprest,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
Grief on grief upon Him pressed,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
Sharp: the crown of woven thorn,
Sharper still man’s hate and scorn,
When our griefs, our sins were borne,
Jesus, Lamb of God.
We, like sheep, had gone astray,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
Choosing each his sinful way,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
But griefs our hearts arrest,
While the love that fills His breast
Draws us to His feet for rest,
Jesus, Lamb of God.
At His feet we humbly fall,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
Weep our thanks, and on Him call,
Jesus, Lamb of God;
Now our fears and tremblings cease,
Through His blood comes our release,
For His wounds all whisper peace,
Jesus, Lamb of God.
He has left the silent grave,
Jesus, Lamb of God:
Now, He lives lost souls to save,
Jesus, Lamb of God.
But my song shall ever be,
Now and through eternity,
Thou didst give Thyself for me,
Jesus, Lamb of God.