Join all the glorious names
of wisdom, love and pow'r,
that ever mortals knew,
that angels ever bore;
all are too poor
to speak his worth,
too poor to set
my Savior forth.
Great Prophet of my God,
my tongue would bless your name:
by you the joyful news
of our salvation came
the joyful news of sins forgiv'en,
of hell subdued and peace within.
Jesus, my great High Preist,
offered his blod and died;
my guilty conscience neeeds
no sacrifice beside:
his pow'rful blood did once atone,
and now it pleads before the throne
You are my Counselor,
my pattern, and my Guide,
you my Good Shepherd are,
O keep my near your side,
nor let my feet e'er turn astray
to wander in the crooked way.
My Savior and my Lord,
my Conqu'ror and my King,
your scepter and your sword,
your reigning grace I sing.
Yours is the pow'r; behold I sit
in willing bonds beneath your feet.