1 Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb; O that our feeble lips could move In strains immortal as his Name, And melting as his dying love.
2 Was ever equal pity found? The Prince of heaven resigns his breath, And pours his life out on the ground To ransom guilty worms from death.
3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws; He from the threatening set us free, Bore the full vengeance on his cross, And nail'd the curses to the tree.]
4 [The law proclaims no terror now, And Sinai's thunder roars no more; From all his wounds new blessings flow, A sea of joy without a shore.
5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains, And heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood: Bless'd fountain! springing from the veins Of Jesus, our incarnate God.]
6 In vain our mortal voices strive To speak compassion so divine; Had we a thousand lives to give, A thousand lives should all be thine.