Verse 1
United to our Head,
When round the throne of grace
We all are in our suit agreed,
Tis Christ himself that prays!
His meritorious love
Whate’er we ask requires,
His bowels sound and softly move,
And echo our desires.
Verse 2
His heart it is that bleeds
In his afflicted ones,
His blood that speaks and intercedes,
Mixt with his Spirit’s groans!
The Father hears his Son,
And by his grace reveal’d
Assures our inmost souls ’tis done,
And Jesus’ prayer is seal’d!