The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds

1 The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds,
How sweet the mention of his wounds,
How good, how excellently good,
Is the dear name of Jesus' blood.

2 What makes is so to me is this,
All that's in Christ my portion is;
I'm his, and shall forever be,
And all he has is made to me.

3 O! what a great estate have I--
A heaven to all eternity'
I'm rich, the Lamb hath made me so,
Nor can I greater riches know.

4 O Law, I dread thy threats no more,
My Savior yonder paid my score;
His blood I know has blotted all,
The hand against me on the wall.

5 The promises I glad look o'er,
And thankfully the Lamb adore;
For when he died he left his will,
And these his legacies revealed.

6 What did my Savior at his death,
To me, unworthy me, bequeath?
His life, his death, his wounds and blood,
He left me, when he went to God.

7 His new eternal testament,
I read, and much sweet time is spent,
In searching every verse and line;
How much by Jesus' will is mine.

8 My dear testator will I bless,
While wearing his pure righteousness;
He died and left me this, I'll tell,
Or I had naked gone to hell.

9 His sacred name I'll still adore,
And praise my Jesus more and more;
My heart, my tongue his praise shall prove,
In earth below and heaven above.

10 O! the vast debt of love I owe,
My soul in time can ne'er bestow;
Eternity, it has no bound,
So let my praise to thee be found.

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800