How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear,
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;
And to the weary, rest.
By Him my prayers acceptance gain
Although with sin defiled.
Satan accuses me in vain
And I am owned a child;
And I am owned a child.
Dear name the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place
My never failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace;
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring;
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;
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;
Refresh my soul in death.