Thou Lamb that sufferedst on the tree

Verse 1
Thou Lamb that suffer’dst on the tree,
And in this dreadful mystery
Still offer’st up thyself to God,
We cast us on thy sacrifice,
Wrapt in the sacred smoke arise,
And cover’d with th’ atoning blood.

Thy death presented in our stead
Enters us[1] now among the dead,
Parts of thy mystic body here,
By thy divine oblation rais’d,
And on our Aaron’s ephod plac’d
We now with thee in heaven appear.

Verse 2
Thy death exalts thy ransom’d ones,
And sets us ’midst the precious stones,
Closest thy dear thy loving breast,
Israel as on thy shoulders stands;
Our names are graven on the hands
The heart of our eternal priest.

For us he ever interceeds,
His heaven-deserving Passion pleads
Presenting us before the throne;
We want no sacrifice beside,
By that great offering sanctified,
One with our head, for ever one.

[1] Wesley omitted “us” in 1757 and 1762, but restored it in later editions.

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in a hymnal jointly credited to John and Charles Wesley; it is likely though not fully certain that Charles wrote it. Introduced in Hymns on the Lord's Supper, published by John and Charles Wesley (Bristol: Felix Farley, 1745).Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 3 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 302.
Publishing: Public Domain