How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

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 filled

With bound­less stores of grace!

By Thee my pray­ers ac­cept­ance gain

Although with sin de­filed;

Satan ac­cus­es me in vain

And I am owned a child.

Jesus! my shep­herd

hus­band

friend

O 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!