Behold the Lamb

1 Behold the Lamb whose precious blood,
Drawn from His riven side,
Had pow'r to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.

2 The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by his side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.

3 His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received;
Redemption's earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.

4 We too the cleansing pow'r have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.

5 To Him, then, let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner's Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #321