Jesus! the Name High over All

Jesus, the name high over all,
in hell, or earth, or sky;
angels and mortals prostrate fall,
and devils fear and fly,
and devils fear and fly.

Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
the name to sinners giv'n;
it scatters all their guilty fear,
it turns their hell to heaven,
it turns their hell to heaven.

Jesus, the pris'ner's fetters breaks,
and bruises Satan's head;
pow'r into strengthless souls he speaks,
and life into the dead,
and life into the dead.

O, that the world might taste and see
the riches of his grace!
The arms of love that compass me,
hold all the human race,
hold all the human race.

His only righteousness I show,
his saving grace proclaim;
'tis all my business here below
to cry, 'Behold the Lamb!'
to cry, 'Behold the Lamb!'

Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name;
preach him to all, and cry in death:
'Behold, behold the Lamb!'
'Behold, behold the Lamb!'