150    104th     J. Berridge
The Lamb of God. Isa. 53. 7; John 1. 29; Acts 8. 32

1 The sweet Lamb of God comes forth to be slain,
  And offers his blood to purge off our stain;
  With bitterest anguish and groans on the tree,
  The Saviour did languish for sinners like me.

2 Look on him, my soul, and gaze on his smart;
  His cries may control the lusts of thy heart;
  His blood has set often the worst broken bones;
  His love too can soften hearts harder than stones.

3 [Right worthy indeed he is of high fame,
  And saints have all need to trust in his name;
  Not feed on their graces, nor strut with a frame,
  But fall on their faces, and worship the Lamb.]

4 Lo! here is a feast of delicate food,
  For prodigals dressed, yet costly and good.
  Our Father provided this Lamb for a treat;
  And if you are minded, you freely may eat.

5 None other repast my spirit would have;
  Thy flesh let me taste, sweet Lamb, and yet crave;
  Thy blood ever flowing my pleasant cup be;
  Thy fleece on earth growing make clothing for me.

6 Thus covered and fed at thy proper cost,
  Thy path I would tread which pleases my host.
  Thy patience inherit, thy lowliness prove,
  Catch all thy sweet Spirit, and burn with thy love.