Dearest of all the names ab­ove,
My Je­sus, and my God,
Who can re­sist Thy heav’n­ly love,
Or tri­fle with Thy blood?

’Tis by the mer­its of Thy death
The Fa­ther smiles again;
’Tis by Thine in­ter­ced­ing breath
The Spir­it dwells with men.

Till God in hu­man flesh I see,
My thoughts no com­fort find;
The ho­ly, just, and sacr­ed Three
Are ter­rors to my mind.

But if Im­ma­nu­el’s face ap­pear,
My hope, my joy be­gins;
His name for­bids my slav­ish fear,
His grace re­moves my sins.

While Jews on their own law re­ly,
And Greeks of wis­dom boast,
I love th’in­car­nate mys­te­ry
And there I fix my trust.