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Dearest of all the names above,
My Jesus, and my God,
Who can resist Thy heav¬ínly love,
Or trifle with Thy blood?
¬íTis by the merits of Thy death
The Father smiles again;
¬íTis by Thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
But if Immanuel¬ís face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His Name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th¬íincarnate mystery
And there I fix my trust.