Classic Poem

HYMN XLVII.

Jesus! O word divinely sweet!
How charming is the sound!
What joyful news! what heavenly sense
In that dear name is found!

Our souls were guilty, and condemn'd
In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls with numerous sins deprav'd,
To death and hell a prey.

Jesus, to purge away this guilt,
A willing victim fell;
And on his cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.

Our foes were mighty to destroy:
He mightier was to save:
He dy'd: but could not long be held
A pris'ner in the grave.

Jesus! who mighty art to save,
Still push thy conquests on:
Extend the triumphs of thy cross
Where'er the sun has shone.

O captain of salvation! make
Thy power and mercy known:
That crouds of willing converts may
Worship before thy throne.