John 19:28

• [Joh 19:28] His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills

  His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And fill with music all the hills; And yet He saith, “I thirst.” All fiery pangs on battlefields; On fever beds where sick men toss, And in that human cry He yields To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked Him then, Was the deep longing thirst divine That thirsted for the souls of men: Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace; Make all my soul athirst for Thee; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Joh 19:28] O Perfect God, Thy Love

  O perfect God, Thy love As perfect Man did share Here upon earth each form of ill Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn We hear Thy voice again; Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst, Parched are Thy lips and dry: How poor the offering man can bring Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings leave To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief Our souls may onward move To gain more likeness to Thy life, More knowledge of Thy love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal