Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,
And imitate the blest above.
2 My great High Priest, whose precious blood
Did once atone upon the cross,
Who now dost intercede with God,
And plead the friendless sinner’s cause:
In thee I trust, thee would I love,
And imitate the blest above.
3 My King supreme, to thee I bow
A willing subject at thy feet;