Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

I love to hear of thee;

No music’s like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be.

2 O, may I ever hear thy voice

In mercy to me speak;

In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice,

And thy salvation seek.

3 My Jesus shall be still my theme,

While on this earth I stay;

I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely name,

When all things else decay.