1 Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too mean
To speak His worth;
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.
2 But, oh, what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach His heavenly grace!
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see
What forms of love
He bears for me.
3 Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in His hands;
Commission'd from
His Father's throne,
To make His grace
To mortals known.
4 Great Prophet of my God!
My tongue would bless Thy name:
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news
Of sin forgiven,
Of hell subdued,
And peace with heaven.
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First Line: | Join all the glorious names |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Praise to; Gratitude: for the atonement; Praise: To Christ(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |