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Appears in 5 hymnals Incipit: 17134 31711 71371 Used With Text: The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds

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The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #LXII (1794) Languages: English
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The name of Christ how sweet it sounds

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #31 (1811) Languages: English
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A Hymn on the preciousness of Christ

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #62 (1800) First Line: The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds Lyrics: 1 The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds, How sweet the mention of his wounds, How good, how excellently good, Is the dear name of Jesus' blood. 2 What makes is so to me is this, All that's in Christ my portion is; I'm his, and shall forever be, And all he has is made to me. 3 O! what a great estate have I-- A heaven to all eternity' I'm rich, the Lamb hath made me so, Nor can I greater riches know. 4 O Law, I dread thy threats no more, My Savior yonder paid my score; His blood I know has blotted all, The hand against me on the wall. 5 The promises I glad look o'er, And thankfully the Lamb adore; For when he dy'd he left his will, And these his legacies reveal'd. 6 What did my Savior at his death, To me, unworthy me, bequeath? His life, his death, his wounds and blood, He left me, when he went to God. 7 His new eternal testament, I read, and much sweet time is spent, In searching every verse and line; How much by Jesus' will is mine. 8 My dear testator will I bless, While wearing his pure righteousness; He dy'd and left me this, I'll tell, Or I had naked gone to hell. 9 His sacred name I'll still adore, And praise my Jesus more and more; My heart, my tongue his praise shall prove, In earth below and heaven above. 10 O! the vast debt of love I owe, My soul in time can ne'er bestow; Eternity, it has no bound, So let my praise to thee be found. Languages: English