How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds And drive away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole And calms the troubled breast 'Tis manner 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 treasure filled With boundless store of grace.

Jesus, my shepherded savior 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.

I would Thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death.