Thee, Jesus, Thee, The Sinners Friend

Thee, Jesus, Thee, the sinner’s Friend. I follow on to apprehend, Renew the glorious strife; Divinely confident and bold, With faith’s strong arm on Thee lay hold, Thee, my eternal life.

Prisoner of hope. To Thee I turn, And, calmly confident, I mourn, And pray, and weep for Thee; Tell me Thy love, Thy secret tell, Thy mystic name in me reveal, Reveal Thyself in me.

Descend, pass by me, and proclaim, O Lord of hosts, Thy glorious name— The Lord, the gracious Lord, Longsuffering, merciful, and kind; The God who always bears in mind His everlasting word.

Plenteous He is in truth and grace; He wills that all the fallen race Should turn, repent, and live; His pardoning grace for all is free; Transgression, sin, iniquity, He freely doth forgive.

Mercy He doth for thousands keep; He goes and seeks the one lost sheep, And brings His wanderer home: And every soul that sheep might be: Come then, my Lord, and gather me, My Jesus, quickly come!