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,
Leviathan con­fine!

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.