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,

And calms the troubled breast;

’Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

Dear name, the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treasury, fill’d

With boundless stores of grace.

Jesu, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My 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 may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death.