Jesus, I love thy charming name;

’Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud

That all the earth might hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;

Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.

3 All that my ardent soul can wish

In thee doth richly meet;

Nor to my eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

And shed its fragrance there;

The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.

5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name

With my last laboring breath;

And, dying, triumph in thy cross—

The antidote of death.