by Charles Wesley
1 Jesus, the name high over all
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given.
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to heaven.
3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head,
Power into strengthless souls it speaks,
And life into the dead.
4 Oh, that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace!
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.
5 Oh, that my Jesu's heavenly charms
Might every bosom move!
Fly, sinners, fly into those arms
Of everlasting love.
6 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"
7 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name!
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
"Behold! behold the Lamb."