1 Through Thy precious body broken —
Oh! what words to sinners spoken —
Precious as the blood that brought us;
Perfect, as the love that sought us;
2 When we see Thy love unshaken —
Scorned by man, by God forsaken —
Thy loved cross alone can charm us;
Shame need now no more alarm us;
3 Lamb of God, through Thee we enter —
Cleansed by Thee, we boldly venture —
4 Unto Thee, the homeless stranger —
Forth we hasten, fear no danger —
Thy reproach, far richer treasure
Than all Egypt's boasted pleasure;
5 Soon Thy saints shall all be gathered —
All with Thee — no more be scattered —
Nought from Thee, our hearts shall sever;
We shall see Thee; grieve Thee never;