F. Whitfield (514/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

F. Whitfield THERE is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine 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 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 what my Father hath In store for every day, And though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way. 4 It tells of One whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below. 5 It tells me of a Father’s smile Beaming upon His child; It cheers me through this little while, Through desert waste and wild. 6 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. 7 This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God.