I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, <br />To wash me in thy cleansing blood, <br />To dwell within thy wounds; then pain <br />Is sweet, and life or death is gain. <br /> <br />Take my poor heart, and let it be <br />For ever closed to all but thee! <br />Seal thou my breast, and let me we; <br />That pledge of love for ever there! <br /> <br />How blest are they who still abide <br />Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, <br />Who life and strength from thence derive, <br />And by thee move, and in thee live. <br /> <br />What are our works but sin and death, <br />Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe! <br />Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; <br />O wondrous grace! O boundless love! <br /> <br />How can it be, thou heavenly King, <br />That thou shouldst us to glory bring? <br />Make slaves the partners of thy throne, <br />Decked with a never-fading crown? <br /> <br />Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, <br />Our words are lost; nor will we know, <br />Nor will we think of aught beside, <br />'My Lord, my Love is crucified.' <br /> <br />Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, <br />To know the wonders thou hast wrought; <br />Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell <br />Thy love immense, unsearchable. <br /> <br />First-born of many brethren thou! <br />To thee, lo! all our souls we bow: <br />To thee our hearts and hands we give: <br />Thine may we die, thine may we live!<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxvi-i-thirst-thou-wounded-lamb-of-god-2/
