THERE is a name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth; It sounds like music in my ear, The sweetest name on earth.
It tells me of a Saviour’s love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of His precious blood, The sinner’s perfect plea.
It tells of One Whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe; Who in my sorrow bears a part That none can bear below.
It bids my trembling heart rejoice, It dries each rising tear; It tells me in a ‘still, small voice’ To trust and never fear.
This name shall lift my spirit still Along my pilgrim road, And bless me as I climb the hill That leads me up to God.
And there with all the blood-bought throng, From sin and sorrow free, I’ll sing the great eternal song Of all His love to me.
Jesus, the name I love so well, The name I love to hear! No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear!
Frederick Whitfield, 1829-1904