Jesus! I love Thy charming name,
‘Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven 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 aspiring powers can wish,
Lord, Thou dost richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

Thy grace e’er dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there-
The noblest balm for all its wounds,
A cordial for its care.