Alexander Reinagle (1799-1877)
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds|
In a believerís ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,|
And calms the troubled breast;
íTis 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.
Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,|
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
I would Thy boundless love proclaim|
With every fleeting breath;
So shall the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.