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Behold the Lamb!
O thou for sinners slain,
let it not be in vain that thou hast died:
thee for my Savior let me take,
thee, thee alone my refuge make,
thy piercèd side.
Behold the Lamb!
Into the sacred flood
of thy most precious blood my soul I cast:
Wash me and make me pure and clean,
uphold me through life's changeful scene,
till all be past!
Behold the Lamb!
Archangels, fold your wings;
seraphs, hush all the strings of million lyres:
the Victim, veiled on earth in love,
unveiled, enthroned, adored above,
all heaven admires!
Behold the Lamb!
Drop down, ye glorious skies,
he dies, he dies, he dies, for man once lost!
Yet lo! he lives, he lives, he lives,
and to his Church himself he gives,
incarnate Host!
Behold the Lamb!
All hail, eternal Word!
Thou universal Lord, purge out our leaven:
Clothe us with godliness and good,
feed us with thy celestial food,
manna from heaven!
Behold the Lamb!
Worthy is he alone
upon the iris throne of God above!
One with the Ancient of all days,
one with the Paraclete in praise,
all light, all love!
These are the original words to
Matthew Bridges (1800-1894), 1848