A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth

A Lamb goes un­com­plain­ing forth

The guilt of all men bear­ing;

And la­den with the sins of earth

None else the bur­den shar­ing!

Goes pa­tient on

grow weak and faint

To slaugh­ter led with­out com­plaint

That spot­less life to of­fer;

Bears shame and stripes

and wounds and death

Anguish and mock­ery

and saith

Willing all this I suf­fer.

This Lamb is Christ

the soul’s great friend

The Lamb of God

our Sav­ior;

Him God the Fa­ther chose to send

To gain for us His fa­vor.

Go forth

My Son

the Fa­ther saith

And free men from the fear of death

From guilt and con­dem­na­tion.

The wrath and stripes are hard to bear

But by Thy pass­ion men shall share

The fruit of Thy sal­va­tion.

Yea

Fa­ther

yea

most will­ing­ly

I’ll bear what Thou com­mand­est;

My will con­forms to Thy de­cree

I do what Thou de­mand­est.

O won­drous Love

what hast Thou done!

The Fa­ther of­fers up His Son!

The Son

con­tent

des­cend­eth!

O Love

how strong Thou art to save!

Thou bed­dest Him with­in the grave

Whose word the mount­ains rend­eth.

From morn till eve my theme shall be

Thy mer­cy’s won­drous mea­sure;

To sac­ri­fice my­self for Thee

Shall be my aim and plea­sure.

My stream of life shall ev­er be

A cur­rent flow­ing cease­less­ly

Thy con­stant praise out­pour­ing.

I’ll trea­sure in my me­mo­ry

O Lord

all Thou hast done for me

Thy gra­cious love ador­ing.

Of death I am no more afraid

New life from Thee is flow­ing;

Thy cross af­fords me cool­ing shade

When noon­day’s sun is glow­ing.

When by my grief I am op­pressed

On Thee my wea­ry soul shall rest

Serenely as on pil­lows.

Thou art my an­chor when by woe

My bark is driv­en to and fro

On trou­ble’s surg­ing bil­lows.

And when Thy glo­ry I shall see

And taste Thy king­dom’s plea­sure

Thy blood my roy­al robe shall be

My joy be­yond all mea­sure.

When I ap­pear be­fore Thy throne

Thy right­eous­ness shall be my crown—

With these I need not hide me.

And there

in gar­ments rich­ly wrought

As Thine own bride

I shall be brought

To stand in joy be­side Thee.