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

Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
Forever closed to all but thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love forever there.

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.

O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable!

Firstborn of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear Thy cross, and seek Thy crown.