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Hymn/Song Information
eHymnBook # 775
First Line:
Join all the glorious names Of wisdom
LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 6 6 8 8
Writer(s):
Trans/Adapted:
Dates: 1709
Bible Refs: Josh 5:14; Ac 3:22; Rm 8:38-39; Heb 10:19-22; 1 Pe 2:7; Rev 2:26; Rev 4:4;


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MUSIC
Name: LENOX
Meter: 6 6 6 6 8 8 8
Writer(s):
Dates: 1782
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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,
To poor to set my Saviour forth.


But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heavenly grace!
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love He bears for me.


Arrayed in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in His hands;
Commissioned from
His Father’s throne
To make His grace to mortals known.


Great Prophet of our God,
My tongue would bless Thy Name,
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came,
The joyful news of sin forgiven
Of hell subdued,
and peace with Heaven.


Be Thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide,
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side:
Nor let my feet e’er run astray
Nor rove nor seek the crooked way.


I love my Shepherd’s voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand’ring soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.


To this 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.


Jesus, our 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.


My Advocate appears
For my defense on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by:
Not all that hell or sin can say
Shall turn his heart, his love away.


My dear almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy scepter and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.


Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell
obstruct the way.


Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power,
and guardian grace.


---Alternative verses---


Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
Or angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak His worth,
To mean to set the Saviour forth.


Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean
to speak His worth,
Too mean to set
the Saviour forth.


Great Prophet of our God,
Our tongues must bless Thy name,
By whom the joyful news
Of free salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued,
of peace with heaven.


Great Prophet of our God,
Our tongue shall 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.


Thou art our Counsellor,
Our Pattern and our Guide,
And Thou our Shepherd art,
Ah, keep us near Thy side;
Nor let our feet e'er turn astray
To wander in the crooked way.


We love the Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eye shall keep
Our pilgrim souls among
The thousands of God's sheep;
He feeds His flock,
He calls their names,
And gently leads
the tender lambs.


Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has shed His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience needs
No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.


O thou almighty Lord,
Our Conqueror and our King,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace we sing:
Thine is the power; O make us sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.


O thou almighty 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.

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