Jesus, My Lord, How Rich Thy Grace

Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace;
thy bounties, how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum,
or pay the mighty debt?

High on a throne of radiant light
dost thou exalted shine;
what can my poverty bestow,
when all the worlds are thine?

But lo, our world's forgotten poor
are partners of thy grace;
thou wilt confess their humble names
before thy Father's face.

In them thou may'st be clothed and fed,
and visited and cheered,
and in their accents of distress
my Savior's voice is heard.

Thy face with rev'rence and with love
I in thy poor would see;
O let me rather beg my bread
than hold it back from thee.