Our Spirits Join T' Adore the Lamb

Verse 1

Our spirits join t’ adore the Lamb;
O that our feeble lips could move
In strains immortal as his Name,
And melting as his dying love.

Verse 2

Was ever equal pity found?
The Prince of heaven resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground
To ransom guilty worms from death.

Verse 3

[Rebels, we broke our Maker’s laws;
He from the threatening set us free,
Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail’d the curses to the tree.]

Verse 4

[The law proclaims no terror now,
And Sinai’s thunder roars no more;
From all his wounds new blessings flow,
A sea of joy without a shore.

Verse 5

Here we have wash’d our deepest stains,
And heal’d our wounds with heavenly blood:
Bless’d fountain! springing from the veins
Of Jesus, our incarnate God.]

Verse 6

In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compassion so divine;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be thine.