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
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.

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 thee as thou art,
I’ll praise thee as I ought.

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