Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded and dying, bathed in blood!
Behold, His side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.
Here I forget my cares and pains.
I drink yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountainhead above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
His thorns and nails pierce through my heart,
In ev'ry groan I bear a part;
I view His wounds with streaming eyes:
But see He bows His head and dies!
Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more your love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
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