1. A Lamb goes un- com- plain- ing forth, The guilt of all men bear- ing; And la- den with the sins of earth, None else the bur- den shar- ing! Goes pa- tient on, grow weak and faint, To slaugh- ter led with- out com- plaint, That spot- less life to o- ffer; Bears shame and stripes, and wounds and death, An- guish and mock- er- y, and saith, "Will- ing all this I suf- fer."

2. This Lamb is Christ, the soul's great Friend, The Lamb of God, our Sa- vior; Him God the Fa- ther chose to send To gain for us His fa- vor. "Go forth, My Son," the Fa- ther saith, "And free men from the fear of death, From guilt and con- dem- na- tion. The wrath and stripes are hard to bear, But by Thy Pa- ssion men shall share The fruit of Thy sal- va- tion."

3. "Yea, Fa- ther, yea, most will- ing- ly I'll bear what Thou com- man- dest; My will con- forms to Thy de- cree, I do what Thou de- man- dest." O won- drous Love, what hast Thou done! The Fa- ther o- ffers up His Son! The Son, con- tent, de- scend- eth! O Love, how strong Thou art to save! Thou bed- dest Him with- in the grave Whose word the moun- tains ren- deth.

4. Thou lay'st Him, Love, u- pon the cross, With nails and spear Him bruis- ing; Thou slay'st Him as a lamb, His loss from soul and bod- y ooz- ing; From bo- dy 'tis the crim- son flood Of pre- cious sac- ri- fi- cial blood From soul, the strength of an- guish: My gain it is; sweet Lamb to Thee What can I give, whose love to me For me doth make Thee lan- guish?

5. Lord, all my life I'll cleave to Thee, Thy love for- e'er be- hold- ing, Thee ev- er, as Thou ev- er me, With lo- ving arms en- fold- ing. Yea, Thou shalt be my Bea- con- light, To guide me safe through death's dark night. And cheer my heart in sor- row; Hence- forth my- self and all that's mine To Thee, my Sa- vior, I con- sign, From whom all things I bor- row.