Frederick Whitfield, 1855.
1. 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!
2. It tells me of a Savior’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 tells me what my Father hath in store for every day,
And though I tread a darksome path, yields sunshine all the way.
5. It tells of One whose loving heart can feel my deepest woe;
Who in each sorrow bears a part that none can bear below.
6. It bids my trembling heart rejoice. it dries each rising tear.
It tells me, in a still small voice, to trust and never fear.
7. 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.
8. This Name shall shed its fragrance still along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill that leads me up to God.
9. 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.