Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 108.
[O Blessed Lamb of God, shall I]
1 Cor. 5. 7. For Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us.
O Blessed Lamb of God, shall I
Forget that love of thine!
Thy life, O Lord, thou didst give up
To save this Soul of mine.
Forget that love of thine!
Thy life, O Lord, thou didst give up
To save this Soul of mine.
Most harmless Lamb, and innocent,
When come to a ripe age,
Ah! then didst thou thy life give up
God's anger to asswage.
When come to a ripe age,
Ah! then didst thou thy life give up
God's anger to asswage.
Thy Blood is sprinkled on our Doors,
Or rather on our Hearts,
To shew God hath our sins pass'd o're,
And Mercies he imparts.
Or rather on our Hearts,
To shew God hath our sins pass'd o're,
And Mercies he imparts.
The Lamb it was roasted with fire,
Thou didst God's wrath sustain;
And on thee we by Faith do feed,
And life thereby obtain.
Thou didst God's wrath sustain;
And on thee we by Faith do feed,
And life thereby obtain.
The Lamb was eat with bitter Herbs,
So let us see our sin,
And find it bitter unto us,
It so to thee has been;
So let us see our sin,
And find it bitter unto us,
It so to thee has been;
And so let us thy Praises sing
Whilst thus we feast with thee,
And with one heart exalt our King
In all sincerity.
Whilst thus we feast with thee,
And with one heart exalt our King
In all sincerity.
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