IW
Verse 1
Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow th’ aspiring Greek.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 6
His doctrine is almighty love;
There’s virtue in his Name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.