By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
      For thee my thirsty soul doth pine,
      My longing heart implores thy grace;
      O make me in thy likeness shine!

      2 With fraudless, even, humble mind,
      Thy will in all things may I see;
      In love be every wish resigned,
      And hallowed my whole heart to thee.

      3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
      With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
      When grief my wounded soul assails,
      In lowly meekness may I rest.

      4 Close by thy side still may I keep,
      Howe'er life's various current flow,
      With steadfast eye mark every step,
      And follow thee where'er thou go.

      5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won,
      Alone thou hast the winepress trod;
      In me thy strengthening grace be shown,
      O may I conquer through thy blood!

      6 So when on Zion thou shalt stand,
      And all heaven's host adore their King,
      Shall I be found at thy right hand,
      And free from pain thy glories sing.