Frederick Whitfield
There is a Name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth
It sounds like music in my ear, the sweetest Name on earth
* O, how I love Jesus, o, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus, because He first loved me!
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
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It tells me what my Father hath in store for every day
And though I tread a darksome path, yields sunshine all the way
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It tells of One whose loving heart can feel my deepest woe
Who in each sorrow bears a part that none can bear below
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It bids my trembling heart rejoice, it dries each rising tear
It tells me, in a still small voice, to trust and never fear
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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
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This Name shall shed its fragrance still along this thorny road
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill that leads me up to God
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And there with all the blood-bought throng, from sin and sorrow free
I’ll sing the new eternal song of Jesus’ love for me
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