Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow th’ aspiring Greek.
Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
‘Tis not confined to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair
Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers;
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.
Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,
He’ll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.
His doctrine is almighty love;
There’s virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.