Preparation for Death, 22

O immaculate Lamb!
Thy disciple I am,
And in following Thee Thy assistance I claim:
Thy assistance is nigh;

And on this I rely,
And obediently come with my Saviour to die.
Though of dying afraid,
Through the horrible shade,
In view of Thy cross I may walk undismay'd:
To banish my fear,
My despondence to cheer,
In Thy crimson apparel, O Jesus! appear.
Thou hast pacified God;

And the mountainous load
Of my guilt is removed by Thy all-ckansinghlood
Only show on the tree
Thy passion for me,
And an end of my sin and my sorrow I see.

Tis fmish'd, 'tis done!
By Messias alone,
The wine-press is trod, and the victory won:
I have nothing to dread,
Since my Surety has bled,
And Jehovah Himself has expired in my stead.
The salvation is sure,
Which He died to procure
For whoever believe to the end and endure:
I in Jesus confide,
And can all things abide,
With a God of omnipotent love on my side.
Departing in Thee,
Thee, Lord, may I see
Walking on in the shadowy valley with me:
Then all evil is o'er,
And I suffer no more,
With my Saviour arrived at the heavenly shore.