1 Jesus, 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 powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;
Not to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon 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 dying, clasp thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death!
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Jesus, I love thy charming name |
| Title: | Jesus precious to them that believe |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |