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,
  It calms the troubled breast;
     'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
  And to the weary rest.

Blest name ! the rock on which we build,
  Our shield and hiding-place;
     Our never-failing treasury, filled
  With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus ! our Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
  Thou Prophet, Priest, and King;
     Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End,
  Accept the praise we bring.

Weak is the effort of our heart,
  And cold our warmest thought;
     But when we see Thee as Thou art,
  We'll praise Thee as we ought.

Till then we would Thy love proclaim
  With every fleeting breath;
     And triumph in Thy blessed name
  Which quells the power of death.

C.M.            John Newton, 1779