[1]
Join all the glorious names
of wisdom, love, and power,
that ever mortals knew,
that angels ever bore:
all are too mean to speak his worth,
too mean to set our Saviour forth.

[2]
But O 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]
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 forgiven,
of hell subdued and peace with heaven.

[4]
Be thou my Counsellor,
my Pattern, and my Guide;
and through this desert land
still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.

[5]
I love my Shepherd's voice,
his watchful eyes shall keep
my wandering soul among
the thousands of his sheep:
he feeds his flock, he calls their names,
his bosom bears the tender lambs.

[6]
To this dear Surety's hand
will I commit my cause;
he answers and fulfils
his Father's broken laws:
behold my soul at freedom set!
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

[7]
Jesus my great High-Priest
offered his blood and died;
my guilty conscience seeks
no sacrifice beside:
his powerful blood did once atone,
and now it pleads before the throne.

[8]
My Advocate appears
for my defence on .high;
the Father bows his ear
and lays his thunder by:
not all that hell or sin can say
shall turn his heart, his love away.

[9]
My dear almighty Lord,
my Conqueror and my King,
thy sceptre and thy sword,
thy reigning grace I sing.
Thine is the power, behold I sit
in willing bonds before thy feet,

[10]
Now let my soul arise,
and tread the tempter down;
my Captain leads me forth
to conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint shall win the day,
though death and hell obstruct the way.

[11]
Should all the hosts of death,
and powers of hell unknown,
put their most dreadful forms
of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
superior power, and guardian-grace.