I How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,

My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 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.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

Rev. John Newton 1779.

AUSTRIA. 88, 7s. D.

F. J. HAYDN, 1797.

8s, 7s. Double.

I Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear, For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near: Thus deriving from their banner Light by night, and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna,

Which He gives them when they pray.

4 Saviour, if of Zion's city

I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show:
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.

Rev. John Newton, 1779.

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LOWELL MASON, 1836.

I Day of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:

How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine:
You who long for His appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine:"
Glorious Saviour!

Own me in that day for Thine.

At His call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powers of nature, shaken By His voice, prepare to flee: Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

Rev. John Newton, 1774.

2 O watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew the conflict every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,

Nor once at ease sit down;

Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,

Up to His blest abode.

George Heath, 1781.

CoC 619

PrS

COR

487

CoS 636

Dis

431

384