Verse 1
Gifts to the saints at Rome
He long had wish’d t’ impart;
And now the time is come
For uttering all his heart,
For publishing to rich and poor
The kingdom from above,
The joy that always shall endure,
The power of Jesus love.

Verse 2
Jesus, and Him alone
The Saviour he proclaims,
The God and Man makes known
His offices and names,
His doctrine, life, and wonders here,
His suffering and his rise,
His mission of the Comforter,
And reign above the skies.

Verse 3
The door which Christ displays
Nor men nor fiends can close,
Or stop the course of grace
That thro’ this vessel flows;
The chosen Vessel of his Lord
Must his whole counsel show,
And bold dispense that royal word
Which builds his church below.

Verse 4
Not in a lower sphere
Of narrower good he moves,
Ordain’d to minister
To all whom Jesus loves,
Apostle of the ransom’d race
He preaches unconfin’d,
In every age in every place
He writes to all mankind.