Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too poor to speak His worth,
Too poor to set my Savior forth.
Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy Name:
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came,
The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdued and peace with heav'n.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside;
His pow'rful blood did once atone
And now it pleads before the throne.
Thou art my Counselor,
My Pattern, and my Guide,
And Thou my Shepherd art;
O keep me near Thy side:
Nor let my feet e'er turn astray
To wander in the crooked way.
My Savior and my Lord,
My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy sceptor and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace, I sing:
Thine is the pow'r; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
