Hymn 145 — Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood
| 145 | W. TROTTER (d. 1865) | C.M. |
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Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood Flowed from His riven side; The power to make our peace with God, Nor let one spot abide. | |
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The dying thief beheld that Lamb Expiring by his side, And proved the value of the Name Of Jesus crucified. | |
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His soul, by virtue of the blood, To paradise received, Redemption's earliest trophy stood, From sin and death retrieved. | |
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We, too, the cleansing power have known Of Christ's atoning blood, By grace have learnt His Name to own, By whom we're brought to God. | |
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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. | |