1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,
Doth thy salvation flow;
'Tis not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair.
4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #152
Jesus! Thy blessings are not few, p. 1238, i. 91. Given as in Watts's Hymns, 1707, in error. It appeared in his Sermons, vol. ii. 1724, as the hymn for Sermon xix.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)