Kinsman

1 Jesus, we claim thee for our won,
Our kinsman near allied in blood,
Flesh or our flesh, bone of our bone,
The son of man, the Son of God;
And lo we lay us at thy feet,
Our sentence from thy mouth to meet.

2 Partaker of my flesh below,
To thee, O Jesus, I apply;
Thou wilt thy poor relations know,
Thou never canst thyself deny,
Exclude me from thy guardian care,
Or slight a sinful beggar's prayer.

3 Thee, Savior, at my greatest need,
I trust my faithful friend to prove:
Now o'er thy meanest servants spread
The skirt of thy redeeming love;
Under the wings of mercy take,
And save me for thy merit's sake.

4 Hast thou not undertook my cause,
Lord over all, to worms allied?
Answer me from that bleeding cross,
Demand thy dearly-ransom'd bride;
And let my soul, betroth'd to thee.
Thein wholly, thine for ever be!


Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CLXXVIII