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Words by Isaac Watts, (1674-1748)Tune: DARWALL’S 148TH, by John Darwall, 1770Key signature: D major (2 sharps)Time signature: 4/4Meter: 12.12.4.12.Public DomainOrgan Performance at Hymns Without Words1. Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, That mortals ever knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, Too mean to set my Saviour forth.2. Great Prophet of my God! My tongue would bless Thy name: By Thee the joyful news Of free salvation came— The joyful news of sins forgiv'n Of hell subdued and peace with heav’n.3. Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside; His mighty blood did once atone And now it pleads before the throne.. My dear Almighty Lord, My Conqueror and King, Thy sceptre and Thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the pow'r; behold I sit, In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet.5. Should all the hosts of death, And pow'rs of hell unknown, Put all their dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe; for Christ displays Superior pow’r, and guardian grace.6. Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown: A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.