1 Jesus, how precious is thy name;
The great Jehovah's darling, thou!
O let me catch the immortal flame,
With which angelic bosoms glow!
Since angels love thee, I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.
2 My prophet, thou, my heavenly guide,
Thy sweet instructions I will hear:
The words that from thy lips proceed,
O how divinely sweet they are!
Thee my great prophet I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.
3 My great high-priest, whose precious blood
Did once atone upon the cross;
Who now dost intercede with God,
And plead the friendless sinners cause:
In thee I trust; thee I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.
4 My king supreme to thee I bow,
A willing subject at thy feet;
All other Lords I disavow,
And to thy government submit:
My savior king, this heart would love,
And imitate th bless'd above.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CXCII