Join all the glorious names
Author: Isaac Watts
 
Join all the glorious names 
Of wisdom, love, and power, 
That ever mortals knew, 
That angels ever bore: 
All are too mean to speak His worth, 
Too poor to set my Savior forth. 
 
But O what gentle terms, 
What condescending ways, 
Doth our Redeemer use 
To teach his heav’nly grace! 
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see 
What forms of love He bears for me. 
 
Arrayed in mortal flesh, 
He like an angel stands, 
And holds the promises 
And pardons in His hands; 
Commissioned from His Father’s throne 
To make His grace to mortals known. 
 
Great Prophet of my God, 
My tongue would bless Thy Name, 
By Thee the joyful news 
Of our salvation came, 
The joyful news of sin forgiv’n 
Of hell subdued, and peace with Heav’n. 
 
Be Thou my Counsellor, 
My Pattern, and my Guide, 
And through this desert land 
Still keep me near thy side: 
Nor let my feet e’er run astray 
Nor rove nor seek the crooked way. 
 
I love my Shepherd’s voice, 
His watchful eyes shall keep 
My wand’ring soul among 
The thousands of His sheep: 
He feeds His flock, He calls their names, 
His bosom bears the tender lambs. 
 
To this dear Surety’s hand 
Will I commit my cause; 
He answers and fulfils 
His Father’s broken laws: 
Behold my soul at freedom set! 
My Surety paid the dreadful debt. 
 
Jesus, my great High Priest, 
Offered His blood, and died; 
My guilty conscience seeks 
No sacrifice beside: 
His powerful blood did once atone, 
And now it pleads before the throne. 
 
My Advocate appears 
For my defense on high; 
The Father bows his ears, 
And lays his thunder by: 
Not all that hell or sin can say 
Shall turn his heart, his love away. 
 
My dear almighty Lord, 
My Conqueror and my King, 
Thy scepter and Thy sword, 
Thy reigning grace I sing: 
Thine is the power; behold I sit 
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet. 
 
Now let my soul arise, 
And tread the tempter down; 
My Captain leads me forth 
To conquest and a crown: 
A feeble saint shall win the day, 
Though death and hell obstruct the way. 
 
Should all the hosts of death, 
And powers of hell unknown, 
Put their most dreadful forms 
Of rage and mischief on, 
I shall be safe, for Christ displays 
Superior power, and guardian grace. 
 
 
 
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