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 mine eyes is light so dear,
Or 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.
|First Line:||Jesus, I love Thy charming Name|
|Title:||Jesus, I Love thy Charming Name|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1717)|