Songs

O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!

74
						L.M.

1	O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
	Who shed’st for us Thine own life-blood,
	And teach us all Thy love: then pain
	Were sweet, and life or death were gain.

2	Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
	For ever closed to all but Thee;
	Thy willing servants, let us wear
	The seal of love for ever there.

3	How blest are they who still abide
	Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
	Who life and strength from Thee receive,
	And with Thee move, and in Thee live!

4	Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought
	To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
	Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell
	Thy love, immense, unsearchable.

5	First-born of many brethren, Thou!
	To whom both heaven and earth must bow!
	Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
	We bear the cross, and seek the crown.

						N. Zinzendorf