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 transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
Not to my 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;
And dying clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
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First Line: | Jesus, I love thy charming name |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1825 |
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