========================================================================
  I THIRST, THOU WOUND­ED LAMB OF GOD
  by Count Zinzendorf
========================================================================

Summary: The sermon emphasizes the profound relationship between our
thirst for God and the transformative power of Christ's sacrifice and
grace in our lives.

Topics: "Divine Grace", "The Cross"
Scripture References: John 15:4, Romans 8:17, Ephesians 1:13, Ephesians 2:4, Revelation 7:14

------------------------------------------------------------------------
DESCRIPTION
------------------------------------------------------------------------

Count Zinzendorf preaches about the deep longing for the cleansing blood
of Jesus, the desire to be sealed in His love, and the blessedness of
abiding in His presence. He emphasizes the transformative power of God's
grace and the wondrous love that brings sinners to glory. The sermon
reflects on the overwhelming gratitude and awe for the sacrifice of
Jesus on the cross, leading to a surrender of hearts and lives to Him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------
CONTENT
------------------------------------------------------------------------

I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God,

To wash me in Thy cleansing blood,

To dwell within Thy wounds; then pain

Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

Take this poor heart, and let it be

For ever closed to all but Thee!

Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear

That pledge of love for ever there.

How blest are they who still abide,

Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side;

Who life and strength from thence derive,

And by Thee move, and in Thee live.

What are our works, but sin and death,

Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe?

Thou giv'st the power Thy grace to move;

O wondrous grace! O boundless love!

How can it be, Thou heavenly King,

That Thou shouldst us to glory bring;

Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,

Decked with a never-failing crown?

Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,

Our words are lost; nor will we know,

Nor will we think of aught beside,

My Lord, my Love, is crucified!

Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,

To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;

Unloose our stammering tongues to tell

Thy love immense, unsearchable.

First-born of many brethren, Thou!

To Thee, lo! all our souls we bow,

To Thee our hearts and hands we give,

Thine may we die, Thine may we live!

========================================================================
Source: https://sermonindex.net/speakers/count-zinzendorf/i-thirst-thou-wounded-lamb-of-god/
========================================================================