The Hope we need

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 makes the wounded 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 Treas’ry filled

With boundless stores of grace!

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.

--John Newton