How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes our sorrows, heals our wounds,
And drives away our fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms each heart opressed;
it’s manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding Place,
My never failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace!
By you my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
since I am God’s own child.
Jesus! my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see you as you are,
I’ll praise you as I ought.
Till then I would your love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of your Name
Refresh my soul in death!