1 

Jesus, the name high over all,

   In hell, or earth, or sky:

Angels and men before it fall,

   And devils fear and fly.

 2 

Jesus, the name to sinners dear,

   The name to sinners giv'n;

It scatters all their guilty fear,

   It brings them peace of heav'n.

 3 

Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,

   And bruises Satan's head;

Pow'r into strengthless souls He speaks,

   And life into the dead.

 4 

Oh, that the world might taste and see,

   The riches of His grace!

The arms of love that compass me,

   Would all mankind embrace.

 5 

Him as my righteousness I show,

   His saving truth proclaim:

'Tis all my business here below,

   To cry, Behold the Lamb!

 6 

Happy, if with my latest breath

   I may but gasp His name:

Preach Him to all, and cry in death,

   "Behold, behold the Lamb!"