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.