Jesus, I love Thy charming name,
'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heav'n should hear.
Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
All my capacious pow'rs can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the honors of Thy name
With my last lab'ring breath;
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.