How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
         In a believer’s ear?
It soothes his sorrows, 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 I build,
         My shield and hiding place;
My never–failing treas’ry filled
         With boundless stores of grace.

By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
         Although with sin defiled,
Satan accuses me in vain,
         And I am owned a child.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, 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 thee as thou art,
         I’ll praise thee as I ought.

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