Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace

756 L. M.
Meekness and patience.

THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace,
   For thee my thirsty soul doth pine;
   My longing heart implores thy grace;
   O make me in thy likeness shine.

2 With fraudless, even, humble mind,
   Thy will in all things may I see;
   In love be every wish resign’d,
   And hal1ow’d my whole heart to thee.

3 When pain o’er my weak flesh prevails,
   With lamb-like patience arm my breast;
   When grief my wounded soul assails,
   In lowly meekness may I rest.

4 Close by thy side still may I keep,
   Howe’er life’s various current flow;
   With steadfast eye mark every step,
   And follow where my Lord doth go.

5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
   Alone thou hast the wine-press trod;
   In me thy strengthening grace be shown:
   O may I conquer through thy blood.

6 So, when on Zion thou shalt stand,
   And all heaven’s host adore their King,
   Shall I be found at thy right hand,
   And, free from pain, thy glories sing.
                   Christian Friedrich Richter, trans. John Wesley
                   Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)