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!"