Jesus, I Love Thy Charming Name

Jesus

I love Thy charm­ing name

’Tis mu­sic to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud

That earth and Heav­en should hear.

Yes

Thou art pre­cious to my soul

My trans­port and my trust;

Jewels to Thee are gau­dy toys

And gold is sor­did dust.

All my ca­pa­cious pow­ers can wish

In Thee doth rich­ly meet;

Not to mine eyes is light so dear

Nor friend­ship half so sweet.

Thy grace still dwells up­on my heart

And sheds its frag­rance there;

The nob­lest balm of all its wounds

The cor­di­al of its care.

I’ll speak the hon­ors of Thy name

With my last la­bor­ing breath;

Then speech­less clasp Thee in mine arms

The an­ti­dote of death.