I. Watts
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2
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 forgiven
Of hell subdued and peace with heaven.
3
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone
And now it pleads before the throne.
4
I love my Shepherd’s voice:
His watchful eye shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.
5
My Savior and my Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power, behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
