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