Hymn from Church

[liran_skyy]

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds,
in a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
and drives away his fear.

It wounded makes 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, filled
with boundless stores of grace.

By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
and I am owned a child.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
my Prophet, Priest, and King,
my Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
accept the praise I bring.

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.