Scripture Verse

God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in Heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Philippians 2:9–11


Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, Vol­ume 1 (Bris­tol, Eng­land: Fe­lix Far­ley, 1749), num­ber 194, alt. Af­ter preach­ing (in a Church).

Music: Grä­fen­berg Jo­hann Crü­ger, Prax­is Pi­eta­tis Me­li­ca, 1647 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles Wesley


Jesu, accept the grateful song,
My wisdom, and my might,
’Tis Thou hast loosed the stammering tongue,
And taught my hands to fight.

Thou, Jesus, Thou my mouth hast been;
The weapons of Thy war,
Mighty thro’ Thee, I pull down sin,
And all Thy truth declare.

Not without Thee, my Lord, I am
Come up unto this place,
Thy Spirit bad me preach Thy name,
And trumpet forth Thy praise.

Thy Spirit gave me utterance now,
My soul with strength endued,
Hardened to adamant my brow,
And armed my heart with God.

Thy powerful hand in all I see,
Thy wondrous workings own,
Glory, and strength and praise to Thee
Ascribe, and Thee alone.

Gladly I own the promise true
To all whom Thou dost send,
Behold, I always am with you,
Your Savior to the end!

Amen, amen, my God and Lord,
If Thou art with me still,
I still shall speak the Gospel word,
My ministry fulfill.

Thee I shall constantly proclaim,
Though earth and hell oppose,
Bold to confess Thy glorious name
Before a world of foes.

Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
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 Heav’n.

Balm into wounded souls it pours,
And heals the sin sick mind;
It hearing to the deaf restores,
And eyesight to the blind.

Jesus! the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Power into strengthless hands it speaks,
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
Would all mankind embrace.

O that my Jesu’s heav’nly charms
Might every bosom move!
Fly, sinners, fly into those arms
Of everlasting love.

The Lover of your souls is near,
Him I to you commend,
Joyful the Bridegroom’s voice to hear,
Who calls a worm His friend.

He hath the Bride, and He alone,
Almighty to redeem,
I only make His mercies known,
I send you all to Him.

Sinners, behold the Lamb of God,
On Him your spirits stay;
He bears the universal load,
He takes your sins away.

His only righteousness I show,
His saving grace proclaim;
’Tis all my business here below
To cry Behold the Lamb!

For this a suffering life I live,
And reckon all things loss;
For Him my strength, my all I give,
And glory in His cross.

I spend myself, that you may know
The Lord, our righteousness;
That Christ in you may live and grow,
I joyfully decrease.

Glad I hasten to decay,
My life I freely spend,
And languish for the welcome day,
When all my toil shall end.

Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name,
Preach Him to all and cry in death,
Behold, behold the Lamb!