No Man, nor Angel, Can Compare

No man

nor an­gel

can com­pare

With our al­migh­ty Lord:

To speak like Him what ser­aph dare

Or imitate His word?

Who can command the dead to rise

With a pre­vail­ing pow­er?

Who can pour light on sight­less eyes?

The sick to health re­store?

Whose word can fiends in­fer­nal tame;

Or fu­ri­ous winds con­trol?

Unstop deaf ears; or cure the lame;

Or make the wound­ed whole?

One word from Je­sus this per­forms

And proves His pow­er di­vine;

His breath can still the rough­est storms

Leviathan con­fine!

None else could ex­pi­ate my guilt

Nor save one soul from hell;

Not all the blood of mor­tals spilt

Since our first par­ents fell.

Jesus for me ful­filled the law

And justice sa­tis­fied;

My guilt and mi­se­ry He saw

And for my ran­som died.

Love such as His can ne’er be found

His grace is rich in­deed;

Such words as His there’s none can sound

Nor do as Je­sus did.