Jesus! the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fears,
It turns their hell to heaven.
Jesus! the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Pow’r into strengthless souls it speaks,
And life into the dead.
O that the world might taste and see
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.1
His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim,
’Tis all my business here below
To cry, “Behold the Lamb!”
Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name,
Preach Him to all, and cry in death,
“Behold, behold the Lamb!”2