1 Jesus! O word divinely sweet!
How charming is the sound!
What joyful news! what heavenly sense
In that dear name is found.
2 Our souls all guilty, and condemn'd,
In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls, with numerous sins deprav'd
To death and hell a prey.
3 Jesus, to purge away this guilt
A willing victim fell,
And on his cross triumphant broke,
The bands of death and hell.
4 Our foes were mighty to destroy;
He mighty was to save:
He dy'd but could not long be held
A prisoner in the grave.
5 Jesus! who mighty art to save,
Still push thy conquests on;
Extend the triumphs of thy cross,
Where'r the sun has shone.
6 O captain of salvation! make
Thy power and mercy known;
'Till crouds of willing converts come
And worship at thy throne.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CDLXXV