Monday, September 15, 2008

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

By John Newton

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
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 treasury fill'd
With boundless stores of grace;

By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain,
Altho' with sin defil'd
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd 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 proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breathe;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death