Jesus, Lamb of God, for me
Thou, the Lord of life, didst die;
Whither—whither but to thee,
Can a trembling sinner fly?
Death's dark waters o'er me roll,
Save, O save, my sinking soul!

Never bowed a martyred head,
Weighed with equal sorrow down;
Never blood so rich was shed,
Never king wore such a crown!
To thy cross and sacrifice
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes.

All my soul, by love subdued,
Melts in deep contrition there;
By thy mighty grace renewed,
New-born hope forbids despair;
Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive,
Thou hast bid me look and live.

While with broken heart I kneel,
Sinks the inward storm to rest;
Life—immortal life—I feel
Kindled in my throbbing breast;
Thine—forever thine—I am,
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!