Come All Who Love the Slaughtered Lamb

Come all who love the slaugh­tered Lamb

And suf­fer for His cause;

Enjoy with us His sac­red shame

And glo­ry in His cross;

His wel­come cross we dai­ly bear

Hated

re­viled

op­pressed;

We on­ly can His truths de­clare

Who calls the suf­fer­ers blessed.

Our Mas­ter’s bur­den we sus­tain

Afflicted for His sake

In loss

re­proach

dis­tress and pain

A strange de­light we take.

We drink the con­se­crat­ed cup

Our Sav­ior drank be­fore

And fill our Lord’s af­flict­ions up

And tri­umph in His pow­er.

His pow­er is in our weak­ness shown

And per­fect­ly dis­played;

The strength we feel is not our own

But flows from Christ our Head.

With con­so­la­tions from ab­ove

He fills our rav­ished breast;

The Spir­it of His glo­ri­ous love

On ev­ery soul doth rest.

He takes His suf­fer­ing peo­ple’s part

And sheds His Love abroad

And wit­ness­es with ev­ery heart

Thou art a child of God.

Surely we now be­lieve and feel

Our sins are all for­giv­en;

The out­ward and the in­ward seal

Confirm us heirs of Heav­en.

Then let us all our bur­den bear

To Christ our souls com­mend

Joyful His lot on earth to share

And pa­tient to the end.

Be faith­ful un­to death

He cries

And I the crown will give;

Amen

the glo­ri­ous Spir­it re­plies

We die with Thee to live.