1 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.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My joy, my hope, my trust;
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee most richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;--
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name
With my last laboring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.
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First Line: | Jesus! I love Thy charming name |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | God the Son: Preciousness |