Thou Lamb of God, Thou Prince of Peace
Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
For thee my thirsty soul doth pine,
Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
For thee my thirsty soul doth pine,
My longing heart implores thy grace;
O make me in thy likeness shine!
With fraudless, even, humble mind,
Thy will in all things may I see;
In love be every wish resigned,
And hallowed my whole heart to thee.
When pain o’er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest.
Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe’er life’s various current flow,
With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow thee where’er thou go.
Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won,
Alone thou hast the winepress trod;
In me thy strengthening grace be shown,
O may I conquer through thy blood!
So when on Zion thou shalt stand,
And all heaven’s host adore their King,
Shall I be found at thy right hand,
And free from pain thy glories sing.
German, Translated by John Wesley