Jesu, Accept the Grateful Song

Jesu

ac­cept the grate­ful song

My wis­dom

and my might

’Tis Thou hast loosed the stam­mer­ing tongue

And taught my hands to fight.

Thou

Je­sus

Thou my mouth hast been;

The wea­pons of Thy war

Mighty thro’ Thee

I pull down sin

And all Thy truth de­clare.

Not with­out Thee

my Lord

I am

Come up un­to this place

Thy Spir­it bad me preach Thy name

And trum­pet forth Thy praise.

Thy Spir­it gave me ut­ter­ance now

My soul with strength en­dued

Hardened to ada­mant my brow

And armed my heart with God.

Thy pow­er­ful hand in all I see

Thy wond­rous work­ings own

Glory

and strength and praise to Thee

Ascribe

and Thee alone.

Gladly I own the pro­mise true

To all whom Thou dost send

Behold

I al­ways am with you

Your Sav­ior to the end!

Amen

amen

my God and Lord

If Thou art with me still

I still shall speak the Gos­pel word

My min­is­try ful­fill.

Thee I shall con­stant­ly pro­claim

Though earth and hell op­pose

Bold to con­fess Thy glo­ri­ous name

Before a world of foes.

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 giv’n;

It scat­ters all their guil­ty fear

It turns their hell to Heav’n.

Balm in­to wound­ed souls it pours

And heals the sin sick mind;

It hear­ing to the deaf re­stores

And eye­sight to the blind.

Jesus! the pri­son­er’s fet­ters breaks

And bruis­es Sa­tan’s head;

Power into strength­less hands 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.

O that my Je­su’s heav’n­ly charms

Might ev­ery bo­som move!

Fly

sin­ners

fly in­to those arms

Of ev­er­last­ing love.

The Lov­er of your souls is near

Him I to you com­mend

Joyful the Bride­groom’s voice to hear

Who calls a worm His friend.

He hath the Bride

and He alone

Almighty to re­deem

I on­ly make His mer­cies known

I send you all to Him.

Sinners

be­hold the Lamb of God

On Him your spir­its stay;

He bears the uni­vers­al load

He takes your sins away.

His on­ly right­eous­ness I show

His sav­ing grace pro­claim;

’Tis all my bu­si­ness here be­low

To cry Be­hold the Lamb!

For this a suf­fer­ing life I live

And reck­on all things loss;

For Him my strength

my all I give

And glo­ry in His cross.

I spend my­self

that you may know

The Lord

our right­eous­ness;

That Christ in you may live and grow

I joy­ful­ly de­crease.

Glad I hast­en to de­cay

My life I free­ly spend

And lang­uish for the wel­come day

When all my toil shall end.

Happy

if with my lat­est breath

I may but gasp His name

Preach Him to all and cry in death

Behold

be­hold the Lamb!