| Song | I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God |
| Content Description | “I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God” is a deeply moving hymn written by Charles Wesley that reflects on the suffering and sacrifice of Jesus Christ. Centered on the imagery of Christ as the wounded Lamb of God, this worship hymn expresses gratitude, repentance, and awe at the cross. Its heartfelt lyrics draw believers into reflection on the atonement and the depth of God’s love. Often used in devotional and communion settings, the hymn invites worshippers to respond in humility and faith. Read the lyrics of I Thirst Thou Wounded Lamb Of God and be spiritually renewed. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | hymn, worship, Jesus, cross, salvation, Lamb of God, communion |
| Theme(s) | Atonement, The Cross, Sacrifice of Jesus, Redemption, Grace |
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I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God,
To Wash Me In Thy Cleansing Blood,
To Dwell Within Thy Wounds; Then Pain
Is Sweet, And Life Or Death Is Gain.
Take My Poor Heart, And Let It Be
For Ever Closed To All But Thee!
Seal Thou My Breast, And Let Me We;
That Pledge Of Love For Ever There!
How Blest Are They Who Still Abide
Close Sheltered In Thy Bleeding Side,
Who Life And Strength From Thence Derive,
And By Thee Move, And In Thee Live.
What Are Our Works But Sin And Death,
Till Thou Thy Quickening Spirit Breathe!
Thou Giv’st The Power Thy Grace To Move;
O Wondrous Grace! O Boundless Love!
How Can It Be, Thou Heavenly King,
That Thou Shouldst Us To Glory Bring?
Make Slaves The Partners Of Thy Throne,
Decked With A Never-Fading Crown?
Hence Our Hearts Melt, Our Eyes O’erflow,
Our Words Are Lost; Nor Will We Know,
Nor Will We Think Of Aught Beside,
“My Lord, My Love Is Crucified.”
Ah, Lord! Enlarge Our Scanty Thought,
To Know The Wonders Thou Hast Wrought;
Unloose Our Stammering Tongues, To Tell
Thy Love Immense, Unsearchable.
First-Born Of Many Brethren Thou!
To Thee, Lo! All Our Souls We Bow:
To Thee Our Hearts And Hands We Give:
Thine May We Die, Thine May We Live!
