Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, Wounded and dying, bathed in blood! Behold His side, and venture neat, The well of endless life is here.
Here I forget my cares and pains I drink yet still my thirst remains; Only the fountain-head above, can satisfy the thirst of love
His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In ev’ry groan I bear a part; I view His wounds with streaming eyes: But see! He bows His head and dies!
Oh that I thus could always feel! Lord, more and more Your love reveal! Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim, the grace and glory of Your name.
Text: John Newton, 1725-1807; Music: Gregory Wilbur, 2012