Glory to the Dying Lamb

Verse 1

All glory to the dying Lamb, And never-ceasing praise, While angels live to know thy name, Or men to feel thy grace.

Verse 2

With this cold stony heart of mine, Jesus, to thee I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renew'd by Thee.

Verse 3

Give me to hide my blushing face, While thy dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears.

Verse 4

O may the uncorrupted seed Abide and reign within; And thy life-giving word forbid My new-born soul to sin.

Verse 5

Father, I wait before thy throne, Call me a child of thine; Send down the spirit of thy Son To form my heart divine.

Verse 6

There shed thy promis'd love abroad, And make my comfort strong; Then shall I say, "My Father, God!" With an unwav'ring tongue.