How sweet the name of Jesus
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 Treas'ry
With boundless stores of grace.
By thee my prayers acceptance
Although with sin defiled,
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
Jesus, my Shepherd,
Husband,
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. Till then I would Thy love
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy
Refresh my soul in death.
Olney Hymn
