Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of Thee;
No music’s like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
Our Saviour shall be still our theme,
While here on earth we stay;
We’ll sing our Jesus’ lovely name,
While all things else decay.
When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all Thy favored throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.