Prophet, Priest, and King

Verse 1

Jesus, how precious is thy name; The great Jehovah's darling, thou! O let me catch the immortal flame, With which angelic bosoms glow! Since angels love thee, I would love, And imitate the bless'd above.

Verse 2

My prophet, thou, my heavenly guide, Thy sweet instructions I will hear: The words that from thy lips proceed, O how divinely sweet they are! Thee my great prophet I would love, And imitate the bless'd above.

Verse 3

My great high-priest, whose precious blood Did once atone upon the cross; Who now dost intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinners cause: In thee I trust; thee I would love, And imitate the bless'd above.

Verse 4

My king supreme to thee I bow, A willing subject at thy feet; All other Lords I disavow, And to thy government submit: My savior king, this heart would love, And imitate th bless'd above.