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C. M.
Altogether lovely.
Jesus, I love thy charming name;
’Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That all the earth might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All that my ardent soul can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name
With my last laboring breath;
And, dying, triumph in thy cross—
The antidote of death.
Doddridge.