Today's Hymn: I Thirst

I Thirst

I thirst, Thou wounded lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee!
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

How can it be, Thou Heavenly King,
That Thou shouldst us to glory bring?
Make slaves the partners of Thy Throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown?

Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o’erflow,
Our words are lost: nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
“My Lord, my love is crucified!”

von Zinzendorf et al., tr. John Wesley

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton