Join all the glo-rious names
Of wis-dom, love and power,
That ev-er mor-tals knew,
That an-gels ev-er bore:
All are too poor to speak His worth,
Too poor to set my Sav-ior forth.
Great Proph-et of my God,
My life would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joy-ful news
Of our sal-va-tion came:
The joy-ful news of sins for-given,
Of hell sub-dued, and peace with heaven.
Je-sus, my great High Priest,
Of-fered His blood and died;
My guilt-y con-science seeks
No sac-ri-fice be-side;
His power-ful blood did once a-tone
And now it pleads be-fore the throne.
Thou art my Coun-se-lor,
My pat-tern, and my Guide.
And Thou my Shep-herd art;
O keep me near Thy side;
Nor let my feet e'er turn a-stray
To wan-der in the crook-ed way.
My Sav-ior and my Lord,
My Con-queror and my King,
Thy scep-ter and Thy sword,
Thy reign-ing grace, I sing:
Thine is the pow-er; I sit
In will-ing bonds be-neath Thy feet.
Di-vine, al-might-y Lord,
My Con-queror and my King,
Thy scep-ter and Thy sword,
Thy reign-ing grace I sing:
Thine is the power! Be-hold I sit
And to Your lord-ly power sub-mit.
Now let my soul a-rise
And tread the temp-ter down;
My cap-tain leads me forth
To con-quest and a crown;
A fee-ble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell ob-struct the way.