“How shall I my Saviour set forth?”


 
A hymn written by J. Maxwell

(1)

How shall I my Saviour set forth?
       How shall I His beauties declare?
Oh, how shall I speak of His worth!
       Or what His chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,
       Nor saints who sit nearest His throne,
How rich are His treasures of grace;
       No, this is a myst'ry unknown.

(2)

In Him all the fulness of God
       For ever transcendently shines;
The Father's Anointed, He stood,
       To finish His gracious designs;
Though once He was nailed to the cross,
       Vile rebels like me to set free,
His glory sustained no loss,
       Eternal His kingdom shall be.

(3)

His wisdom, His love, and His power
       Seemed then with each other to vie,
When sinners He stooped to restore,
       Poor sinners appointed to die.
He came on the earth to reside,
       And dwelt in a cottage of clay;
For sinners He suffered and died,
       To wash their pollutions away.

(4)

Ye sanctified sinners, adore
       This Saviour, so rich to redeem;
No creature can ever explore
       The treasures of goodness in Him.
He riches has ever in store,
       And treasures that never can waste;
Here's pardon, here's grace; yea, and more,
       Here's glory eternal at last.