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;
It's not confined to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretense
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.
5 His doctrine is almighty love;
There's virtue in his name,
To turn a raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.
6 O could we raise a song of praise,
Half equal to his love;
The heavens would ring, while we should sing,
Through all the courts above.
Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800