Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#I.CL

I.CL. Join all the glorious names

1 Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.

2 But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav'nly 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 sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd,
And peace with heav'n.

5 [Be thou my counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this desart land
Still keep me near thy side.
O let my feet
Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove nor seek
The crooked way.]

6 [I love my shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears
The tender lambs.]

7 [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.]

8 [Jesus my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and dy'd;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His pow'rful blood
Did once atone,
And now it pleads
Before the throne.]

9 [My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell
Or sin can say
Shall turn his heart,
His love away.]

10 [My dear almighty Lord,
My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy sceptre, and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the pow'r;
Behold, I sit
In willing bonds
Before thy feet.

11 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,
Tho' death and hell
Obstruct the way.]

12 Should all the hosts of death,
And pow'rs of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe;
For Christ displays
Superior pow'r
And guardian grace.

Text Information

• First Line: Join all the glorious names
• Meter: The same as the cxlviiith Psalm
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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