3 High above every name, Jesus, the great I AM! Bow to Jesus every knee,
Things in heaven, and earth, and hell; Saints adore him, demons flee,
Fiends, and men, and angels feel.
He left his throne above,
Emptied of all but love;
Whom the heavens can not retain,
God vouchsafed a worm to appear,
Lord of Glory, Son of Man,
Poor, and vile, and abject here.
5 Hail! Galilean King,
Thy humble state I sing!
Never shall my triumphs end:
Hail, derided Majesty;
Jesus, hail! the sinner's Friend,
Friend of publicans-and me!
LET all that breathe, Jehovah praise,
Almighty, all-creating Lord;
Let earth and heaven his power confess,
Brought out of nothing by his word.
2 He spake the word, and it was done!
The universe his word obey'd;
His Word is his eternal Son,
And Christ the whole creation made.
3 Jesus, the Lord and God most high,
Maker of all mankind and me!
Me thou hast made to glorify,
To know, and love, and live to thee.
THIS, this is the God we adore;
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend,
Whose love is as great as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end:
'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home:
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.
Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above:
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wondrous love.
2 While seraphs tune the immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And every heart, and every tongue,
Adore the Saviour's glorious name!
3 Jesus, who died upon the tree,
In agonizing pains expired;
Who died for rebels-yes, 'tis he!
How bright! how lovely! how admired!
4 Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor's place:
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasurable grace?
5 Were universal nature ours,
And art, with all her boasted store;
Nature and art, with all their powers,
Would still confess the offer poor.
6 Yet, though for bounty so divine,
We ne'er can equal honours raise;
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our lives proclaim thy praise.
JESUS, I love thy charming name; 'Tis music to my ear:
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust:
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish
In thee does richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last labouring breath;
And dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear:
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build;
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
6 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus;
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
For he was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And earth, and air, and seas,
Conspire to raise thy glories high,
And spread thy endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all his saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
2 All works his glorious power confess;
His wisdom all his works express;
But O! his love, what tongue can tell!
My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sovereign, wonderful, and free,
Has been his love to sinful me:
This plucked me from the jaws of hell:
My Jesus has done all things well.
4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And yet he undertook my cause,
To save me, though I did rebel:
My Jesus has done all things well.
5 And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel:
My Jesus has done all things well.
6 Though many a fiery flaming dart,
The tempter levels at my heart;
With this I all his rage repel,
My Jesus has done all things well.
7 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in his arms shall lose my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
8 And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies;
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
[S. B. 66.] 4 lines 6 & 2-8.
COME, every pious heart,
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert,
To celebrate his fame!
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him we owe.
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