How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believers ear!
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
Dear Name! the Rock on which we build;
Our shield and hiding place;
Our never failing treasury,
Filled with boundless stores of grace.
Jesus, our Savior, Shepherd, Friend,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End,
Accept the praise we bring.
Weak is the effort of our heart,
And cold our warmest thought;
But when we see Thee as Thou art,
Well praise Thee as we ought.
Till then we would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And triumph in that blessed Name,
Which quells the power of death.