My title this shall be, To join Thy white-robed train, When humbled worlds shall bow the knee, And Thou alone shalt reign. Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds To every opened ear; The pardon'd sinner's memory holds None other half so dear. Jesus!-it speaks a life of love, It tells us of Thy sinless walk This name encircles every grace That God, as man, could shew; There only can the spirit trace The mention of Thy name shall bow EAST. |