M0:|t:EWS 96 I see Thee stand, O Lamb of God|a:Hans Adolf Brorson 1694-1764, tr: G.D.M. Bach|c:Eb|m:3/4|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/HCH11927/129/high|h:(Danish tune) Arr: Lowell Mason 1792-1872
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E1:I see Thee stand, O Lamb of God/On Zi_on's moun_tain peak;/But oh, the path that Thou has trod/So long, so hard, so bleak!/On Thee was laid the weight and blame/Of all our sin and shame;/How deep Thou sank_est in our woe/No man can e_ver know.
E2:O spot_less Lamb that on the tree/Re_ceived the cru_el wound!/O bound_less love! to set us free/He in our chains was bound./He wore and broke our pri_son bands/With pierc_ed feet and hands;/A vic_tor bold, the tomb He broke,/Gave death its mor_tal stroke.
E3:Be_hold them stand a_round His throne,/Those le_gions snow_y white;/Each eye is gleam_ing like the sun/At this most wond_rous sight./The sto_ry of grim Cal_va_ry,/On which He made us free,/Is still a_mong the an_gels' throng/The nobl_est, sweet_est song.
E4:Twelve thous_and twelve are hold_ing now/Their harps be_fore the throne,/The Fa_ther's name up_on each brow/Marks them the Sa_vior's own./As might_y, rush_ing bil_lows roar,/They shout for_e_ver_more:/To Him who won us from our plight/Be glo_ry, praise and might!
E5:We thank Thee, Fa_ther, for Thy love/To Ad_am's fal_len race;/Thou sent_est Je_sus from a_bove/To die in sin_ners' place./Praise we His name with fleet_ing breath,/Praise Him in life and death;/To Him who suf_fered on the tree/Praise through e_ter_ni_ty.
