O SPOTLESS LAMB!
THOUGH all I have is Thine
And Thine is all I am,
How poor, how vile a gift is mine
To Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
And Thine is all I am,
How poor, how vile a gift is mine
To Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
For all I have is dross,
And guilt is all I am,
And all I gain I count as loss,
For Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
And guilt is all I am,
And all I gain I count as loss,
For Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
What is my life but death—
So dead in heart I am!
Oh for one living, living breath
Like Thine, O Spotless Lamb!
So dead in heart I am!
Oh for one living, living breath
Like Thine, O Spotless Lamb!
Descend, Thou Holy Dove,
Brood o'er me as I am,
That I may draw that breath of love—
Thy love, O Spotless Lamb!
Brood o'er me as I am,
That I may draw that breath of love—
Thy love, O Spotless Lamb!
For me Thy blood was shed,
All worthless though I am;
In that pure stream from foot to head
I'll wash, O Spotless Lamb!
All worthless though I am;
In that pure stream from foot to head
I'll wash, O Spotless Lamb!
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