Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love and pow'r That mortals ever knew, That angels ever bore: All are too mean to speak His worth Too mean 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 for-giv'n, Of hell sub-dued, and peace with heav'n.

Jesus, my great High Priest, Offer'd 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.

My dear Almighty Lord My Conqueror and my King! Thy matchless power and love, Thy saving grace, I sing: Thine is the power oh, may I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

Then let my soul arise, And tread the temper down; My captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. The feeblest saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.