Of all the trees in forest green,
Of all the branches ever seen,
Though leafless, clothed in barren brown,
Of all the trees one bears a crown.
High on a hill, all alone it stood;
Was hung a Lamb upon it’s wood.
This Treasure; priceless, wholly good:
The precious Lamb of Glory.
The precious Lamb of Glory.
For me, he wept, did cry, did plead.
It was for me that he did bleed.
Though guilty, I should pay the price,
But Jesus was the Sacrifice.
High on a hill – all alone he cried;
„The deed is done!”, and then he died.
Against all sin he turned the tide,
The precious Lamb of Glory.
The precious Lamb of Glory.
Of all the days in all the years
The sweetest day was bathed in tears.
Did weep for joy, the universe
That day of death for Adam’s curse.
High on a hill, with flaming sword
We now behold the risen Lord.
We worship now in one accord
The precious Lamb of Glory!
High on a hill, all alone it stood;
Was hung a Lamb upon it’s wood.
This Treasure; priceless, wholly good:
The precious Lamb of Glory.
The precious Lamb of Glory.
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