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 mean to set my Saviour forth.
Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless Thy name: By Thee the joyful news Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven.
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.
To my 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.
My Advocate appears For my defence on high; The Father bows His ears And lays His sentence by: Not all that hell or sin can say Shall turn His heart and love away.
My Saviour and my Lord, My Conqueror and my King! Thy sceptre and Thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power: behold I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748