CCXXVI How sweet the Name of JESUS sounds

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.

Dear Name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place,

My never-failing treasury, fill'd

With boundless stores of grace, --

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,

Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a Child.

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!