From the German.* 1 THOU Lamb of God, Thou Prince of peace, For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine! My longing soul implores Thy grace; O, make in me Thy likeness shine! 2 With fraudless, even, humble mind, Thy will in all things may I see: In love be every wish resign’d, And hallow’d my whole heart to Thee. 3 When pain o’er my weak flesh prevails, With lamb-like patience arm my breast; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest. 4 Close by Thy side still may