A lamb goes forth, the sins He bears
Of every generation
Himself, with patience he prepares
To die for every nation
All faint and weak, behold He goes
His life presiding to His foes
No thought His grief can measure
He yields to scorn, reproach, disdain
Wounds anguish cross and dying pain
And saith "it is my pleasure"
Cheironomy - A Lamb Goes Forth, the Sins He Bears Lyrics
Cheironomy - A Lamb Goes Forth, the Sins He Bears Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
A lamb goes forth, the sins He bears
Of every generation
Himself, with patience he prepares
To die for every nation
All faint and weak, behold He goes
His life presiding to His foes
No thought His grief can measure
He yields to scorn, reproach, disdain
Wounds anguish cross and dying pain
And saith "it is my pleasure"
Of every generation
Himself, with patience he prepares
To die for every nation
All faint and weak, behold He goes
His life presiding to His foes
No thought His grief can measure
He yields to scorn, reproach, disdain
Wounds anguish cross and dying pain
And saith "it is my pleasure"
Writer: Traditional Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid