Holy Lamb, Who Thee Confess

Holy Lamb

who Thee con­fess

Followers of Thy ho­li­ness

Thee they ev­er keep in view

Ever ask

What shall we do?

Governed by Thy on­ly will

All Thy words we would ful­fill

Would in all Thy foot­steps go

Walk as Je­sus walked be­low.

While Thou didst on earth ap­pear

Servant to Thy serv­ants here

Mindful of Thy place ab­ove

All Thy life was pray­er and love.

Such our whole em­ploy­ment be

Works of faith and char­ity;

Works of love on man be­stowed

Secret in­ter­course with God.

Early in the tem­ple met

Let us still our Sav­ior greet;

Nightly to the mount re­pair

Join our pray­ing pat­tern there.

There by wrest­ling faith ob­tain

Power to work for God again

Power His im­age to re­trieve

Power

like Thee

our Lord

to live.

Vessels

in­stru­ments of grace

Pass we thus our hap­py days

’Twixt the mount and mul­ti­tude

Doing or re­ceiv­ing good;

Glad to pray and la­bor on

Till our earth­ly course is run

Till we

on the sac­red tree

Bow the head and die like Thee.