1 Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace,
That calls a worm thy own;
Gives me among thy saints a place
To make thy glories known.
2 Allied to thee our vital head,
We act, and grow, and thrive:
Form thee divided, each is dead,
When most he seems alive.
3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord:
One body all in mutual love,
And thou, our common Lord.
4 O may my faith each hour derive
Thy spirit with delight;
While death and hell in vain shall strive
This bond to disunite.
5 Thou the whole body wilt present
Before thy Father's face;
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CLXXII
|First Line:||Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace|
|Title:||Head of the Church|
Jesus, I sing Thy matchless grace. P. Doddridge. [Jesus, the Head of the Church.] This hymn begins in the Doddridge Manuscript, "Jesus, I own Thy matchless grace." It is entitled "Christ our Head” and is undated. It was given with the first line as above in J. Orton's posthumous edition of Doddridge's Hymns, 1755, No. 290, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines, and the title changed to :Christ the Head of the Church,” and again in J. D. Humphreys's edition of the same, 1839. The 1755 text is that in common use.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)