1 Jesu, accept the grateful song,
My wisdom, and my might,
’Tis Thou hast loosed the stammering tongue,
And taught my hands to fight.

2 Thou, Jesus, Thou my mouth hast been;
The weapons of Thy war,
Mighty thro’ Thee, I pull down sin,
And all Thy truth declare.

3 Not without Thee, my Lord, I am
Come up unto this place,
Thy Spirit bad me preach Thy name,
And trumpet forth Thy praise.

4 Thy Spirit gave me utterance now,
My soul with strength endued,
Hardened to adamant my brow,
And armed my heart with God.

5 Thy powerful hand in all I see,
Thy wondrous workings own,
Glory, and strength and praise to Thee
Ascribe, and Thee alone.

6 Gladly I own the promise true
To all whom Thou dost send,
"Behold, I always am with you,
Your Savior to the end!"

7 Amen, amen, my God and Lord,
If Thou art with me still,
I still shall speak the Gospel word,
My ministry fulfill.

8 Thee I shall constantly proclaim,
Though earth and hell oppose,
Bold to confess Thy glorious name
Before a world of foes.

9 Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

10 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.

11 Balm into wounded souls it pours,
And heals the sin sick mind;
It hearing to the deaf restores,
And eyesight to the blind.

12 Jesus! the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Power into strengthless hands it speaks,
And life into the dead.

13 O that the world might taste, and see
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.

14 O that my Jesu’s heav’nly charms
Might every bosom move!
Fly, sinners, fly into those arms
Of everlasting love.

15 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.

16 He hath the Bride, and He alone,
Almighty to redeem,
I only make His mercies known,
I send you all to Him.

17 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God,
On Him your spirits stay;
He bears the universal load,
He takes your sins away.

18 His only righteousness I show,
His saving grace proclaim;
’Tis all my business here below
To cry "Behold the Lamb!"

19 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.

20 I spend myself, that you may know
The Lord, our righteousness;
That Christ in you may live and grow,
I joyfully decrease.

21 Glad I hasten to decay,
My life I freely spend,
And languish for the welcome day,
When all my toil shall end.

22 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name,
Preach Him to all and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"