Jesus In Thy Transporting Name

Jesus, in Thy transporting name
What glories meet our eyes!
Thou art the seraph’s lofty theme,
The wonder of the skies.

Well might the heavens with wonder view
A love so strange as Thine;
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine.

And didst Thou, Saviour, leave the sky,
To sink beneath our woes?
Didst Thou descend to bleed and die
For Thy rebellious foes?

Oh, may our willing hearts confess
Thy sweet, Thy gentle sway;
Glad captives of Thy matchless grace,
Thy righteous rule obey.