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Matt. 19:27.
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
2 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.
3 It tells me of a Father’s smile,
Beaming upon his child;
It cheers me through this “little while,”
Through desert, waste, and wild.
4 It bids my trembling heart rejoice;
It dries each rising tear;
It tells me in “a still small voice,”
To trust and never fear.
5 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.
6 This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.