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We have left all, etc.
Matt. 19:27.
254 There is a name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth. | 2 It tells me of a Saviour’s love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner’s perfect plea. | 3 It tells me of a Father’s smile, Beaming upon his child; It cheers me through this “little while,” Through desert, waste, and wild. | 4 It bids my trembling heart rejoice; It dries each rising tear; It tells me in “a still small voice,” To trust and never fear. | 5 Jesus! the name I love so well, The name I love to hear! No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear. | 6 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God. | |