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.
Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,
My never-failing treas’ry, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
Weak is the effort of my heart
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see you as you are,
I’ll praise you as I ought.