No Other Name (Crosby)

No oth­er name but Thine

O Lord

Can save a dy­ing soul

And yet to plead that name in faith

Would make the vil­est whole.

No oth­er name such hope can bring

Or heav­en­ly rest im­part;

No oth­er name such balm can give

To soothe a break­ing heart.

Thy name Oh how I love to breathe

In soft­ly whis­pered tone

When in my clo­set

closed and still

I talk with Thee alone.

I feel

I know

Thou hear­est pray­er

And an­sw’rest my re­quest

Bestowing what Thy love de­cides

The wis­est and the best.

And when I reach Thy dear ab­ode

And all its joys are mine

No oth­er name shall be my song—

No oth­er name but Thine.