Verse 1
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In the believer’s ear
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear
It makes the wounded spirit whole
And calms the troubled breast
‘Tis Manna to the hungry soul
And to the weary rest
Verse 2
Dear name! the rock on which I build
My shield and hiding place
My never-failing treas’ry filled
With boundless stores of grace
By thee my prayers acceptance gain
Although with sin defiled
For Satan charges me in vain*
As I am owned a child
For Satan charges me in vain
As I am owned a child
Verse 3
Weak is the effort of my heart
And cold my warmest thought
But when I see thee as thou art
I’ll praise thee as I ought
‘Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death
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‘Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
* Note: Newton’s original here has “Satan accuses me in vain,” a delightful lyric, but one that did not fit within his own metrical pattern as the words are naturally pronounced; thus the tweak in the demo, but feel free to use this song with the original lyric here if desired.