Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and pow’r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore: All are too weak to speak His worth, To 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; The pow’r of His atoning blood Has won acceptance with my God.
Thou art my Counselor, My Pattern, and my Guide, And Thou my Shepherd art; Oh, keep me near Thy side; Nor let my feet e’er turn astray To wander in the crooked way.
My dear almighty Lord, My Conqu’ror and my King, Thy scepter and Thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the pow’r; behold, I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown: A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Should all the hosts of death, And pow’rs of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe, for Christ displays Superior pow’r, and guardian grace.
