The Name of Jesus

I

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

II

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubl’d breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

III

Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place
My never-failing treas’ry, fill’d
With boundless stores of grace.

IV

By thee my pray’rs acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own’d a child.

V

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

VI

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art
I’ll praise thee as I ought.

VII

Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.