JESUS, MY LORD, HOW RICH THY GRACE

[1]
Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace,
thy bounties how complete;
how shall I count the matchless sum,
how pay the mighty debt?

[2]
High on a throne of radiant light
dost thou exalted shine;
what can my poverty bestow
when all the worlds are thine?

[3]
But thou hast brethren here below,
the partners of thy grace,
and wilt confess their humble names
before thy Father's face.

[4]
In them thou mayst be clothed and fed,
and visited, and cheered,
and in their accents of distress
my Saviour's voice is heard.

[5]
Thy face with reverence and with love
I in thy poor would see;
O let me rather beg my bread
than hold it back from thee.