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,
It calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
Blest Name; the Rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treas’ry, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus! my Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
Thou 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 triumph in Thy blessèd Name,
Which quells the power of death.
John Newton