I Thirst

I thirst

I thirst

the Sav­ior said

And bowed in grief His sac­red head;

That thirst

my soul

was all for thee

For thee the pain

the ago­ny.

O wan­der­ing soul

the Sav­ior calls

His gen­tle voice like mu­sic falls;

O come

re­ceive His par­don free:

He died for you

He died for me.

O bit­ter pain; the cross He bore

The cru­el crown of thorns He wore;

The brok­en heart

the pierc­èd side

The cry

’Tis fin­ished as He died.

O Sav­ior Christ

Thou Son of God

Didst Thou for me thus shed Thy blood?

Didst Thou Thy­self an of­fer­ing give

That I

re­deemed

with Thee might live?

I thirst

O Lord

I thirst for Thee;

Reveal in love Thy­self to me;

My heart I yield

my all I give

And thirst hence­forth Thine own to live.