LVIII. Christ precious

1 I love thy charming name,
'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heav'n might hear.

2 Yes thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust,
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish
In thee most richly meet;
Not to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 O may thy grace still cheer my heart,
And shed its fragrance there!
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;
And speechless clasp thee in mine arms,
My joy in life and death!

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First Line: I love thy charming name
Title: Christ precious
Meter: Short Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: Before Sermon
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