He is the breaker Micah saw,
He is the substance of the law.

He is the end of all the types,
Who for his people bore their stripes.
He is the Saviour of the soul,

'Tis he that makes the wounded whole.

He is the bright and morning star,
Directing sinners from afar.

He is the Sun of righteousness,
With light he doth his chosen bless,
He is my beauteous wedding dress,
In which to God I have access.
He is the pearl of greatest price,
The sin-atoning sacrifice.

He is the altar, and the priest,
He is the Christian's daily feast.
He is a Priest upon his throne,
His precious blood did once atone.
He is my advocate with God,
Who pleads the merits of his blood.
He is the counsellor of those
Who mourn because of inward foes.
He is our Prophet, Priest, and King,
Who will his Church to glory bring.
He is the tried foundation stone,
Which all the righteous build upon.
He is as manna from on high,
He is a fountain ever nigh.

He is the giver of my breath,
In him may I rejoice at death.
He is the author of my faith,
My soul would credit all he saith.
He is the God of truth and grace,
He is the Church's hiding place.
He is my helmet, and my shield,
And he my armour for the field.

He is my rock, and fortress too,
He is my guide, he'll bring me through.
He is my soul's perpetual aid,
From every storm, he is my shade.

He is the same unchanging friend,
To all who on his word depend.

He is the cleft in which I hide,
The vine in which the saints abide.

He is the true and living bread,
With which his family is fed.

He is the glorious Amen,
The faithful witness unto men.

He is the blessed Potentate,
On him shall all his subjects wait.

He is beloved of the Lord,
He is by all the saints adored.

He is the Captain of salvation,
He is the mourner's habitation.

He is, as thousands will confess,
The father of the fatherless.

He is the confidence of all,

Whom God hath raised from the fall.

He is the rose, he is the balm,

His word doth make the storm, a calm.

He is the fairest of the fair,

He is indeed beyond compare.

He is the bridegroom of the bride,

The Holy One that men denied.

He is for ever just and true,
The Alpha and Omega too.

He is the subject of our songs,
To him our highest praise belongs.

He is, as saith the Apostle Paul,
Poor saved sinners' ALL IN ALL!

Who was it that first my cause undertook? Who was it that wrote my name in his book? Who was it that drank of the direful brook? My Jesus.

Who was it that taught the prophets of old? Who was it that led them deep things to unfold! Who was it that made them for truth to be bold?

My Jesus.

Who was it that trod the wine-press alone?
Who was it that once for sins did atone?
Who was it that died to save all his own?

My Jesus.

Who was it that brought me to hear of his fame?
Who was it that taught me to trust in his name?
Who was it that caused me to publish the same?
My Jesus.

Who is it has kept my feet in his ways ?
Who is it indeed sweet mercy displays?
Who is it is worthy of glory and praise?

My Jesus.