No man, nor angel, can compare
With our almighty Lord:
To speak like Him what seraph dare,
Or imitate His word?
Who can command the dead to rise,
With a prevailing power?
Who can pour light on sightless eyes?
The sick to health restore?
Whose word can fiends infernal tame;
Or furious winds control?
Unstop deaf ears; or cure the lame;
Or make the wounded whole?
One word from Jesus this performs,
And proves His power divine;
His breath can still the roughest storms,
None else could expiate my guilt,
Nor save one soul from hell;
Not all the blood of mortals spilt
Since our first parents fell.
Jesus for me fulfilled the law,
And justice satisfied;
My guilt and misery He saw,
And for my ransom died.
Love such as His can ne’er be found,
His grace is rich indeed;
Such words as His there’s none can sound,
Nor do as Jesus did.