Jesu, the word of mercy give,
And let it swiftly run;
And let the priests themselves believe,
And put salvation on.

Clothed with the spirit of holiness,
May all thy people prove
The plenitude of gospel grace,
The joy of perfect love.

Jesus, let all thy lovers shine
Illustrious as the sun;
And, bright with borrowed rays divine,
Their glorious circuit run:

Beyond the reach of mortals, spread
Their light where'er they go;
And heavenly influences shed
On all the world below.

As giants may they run their race,
Exulting in their might;
As burning luminaries, chase
The gloom of hellish night:

As the bright Sun of righteousness,
Their healing wings display;
And let their lustre still increase
Unto the perfect day.