H, speak of Jesus! other names
Have lost for me their interest now;
His is the only one that claims
To be an antidote for woe :
It falls like music on the ear,
When nothing else can soothe or cheer.
2 Oh, speak of Jesus!-of His power,
As perfect God, and perfect man,
Which day by day, and hour by hour,
As He wrought out the wondrous plan,
Led Him, as God, to save and heal;
As man, to sympathise and feel.
3 Oh, speak of Jesus!of His death!
For us He lived, for us He died;
"'Tis finished," with His latest breath,
The Lord, Jehovah-Jesus, cried;
That death of shame and agony
Won life, eternal life for me!
4 Yes, speak of Jesus, while mine ear,
Can listen to a human voice!
That Name my parting soul will cheer,
Will bid me ev'n in death rejoice:
Then prove, when these clay bonds are riven,
My passport at the gates of heaven.
NFINITE excellence is Thine,
Thou lovely Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at Thy feet;
To Thee their prayers and vows ascend,
In Thee their wishes meet.
3 Thy Name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around :
Sweetly the sacred odours spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.
4 Millions of happy spirits live
On Thy exhaustless store;
From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still Thou givest more.
5 Thou art their triumph and their joy;
They find their all in Thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
From the German of CONRAD HOJER. 1584.
ESUS, my only God and Lord,
What sweetness in Thy name is stored!
So dark and hopeless is no grief,
But Thy sweet Name can bring relief,
So keen no sorrows' rankling dart
But Thy sweet Name can heal my heart.
2 The world can show no truth like Thine,
And therefore will I not repine;
I know Thou wilt forsake me not,
Thy truth is fix'd, though dark my lot;
Thou art my Shepherd, and Thy sheep
From every real harm Thou'lt keep.
3 Jesus, my boast, my light, my joy,
The treasure nought can e'er destroy,
No words, no song that I can frame,`
Speak half the sweetness of Thy name;
They only all its power shall
Whose hearts have learnt Thy faith and love.
4 Jesus, my Bridegroom, and my crown,
If Thou but smile, the world may frown,
In Thee lie depths of joy untold,
Far richer than her richest gold;
Whene'er I do but think of Thee,
Thy dews drop down and solace me.
5 Whene'er I hope in Thee, my Friend,
Thy comfort and Thy peace descend;
Whene'er in grief I pray and sing,
I feel new courage in me spring;
Thy Spirit witnesses that this
Is foretaste of the eternal bliss.
6 Then, while I live this life of care,
The cross for Thee I'll gladly bear;
Help me to do my task aright,
That it may stand before Thy sight,
And keep me steadfast in the faith,
Then I am Thine in life and death.
87,87,887. A. T. RUSSELL. 1851.
From the German of J. C. LAVATER.
NAME, than every name more dear,
The heavens Thy praise are telling:
Blest Name, that doth our spirits cheer,
Midst sin and sorrow dwelling.
O Jesus, who shall not love Thee?
Or who disdain to bow the knee
To Jesus, our Redeemer?
2 Thee the eternal Son we own,
Our King for ever blessed;
High on the everlasting throne,
Of boundless power possessed.
All wisdom, life, and light are Thine;
From Thee upon our souls doth shine
The light of love unfailing.
3 High over all Thy Name doth rise;
O'er all the world Thou reignest:
Our Prophet, Priest, King, Sacrifice,
Our Guide-Thou all sustainest ;
The depths-the heights confess Thee Lord,
Above all kings our King adored,
All-all is Thine, O Jesus!
HOU hidden Source of calm repose,
Thou all-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am, if Thou art mine:
And lo from sin, and grief, and shame,
I hide me, Jesus, in Thy name.
2 Thy mighty Name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above;
Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,
And joy, and everlasting love;
To me, with Thy dear name, are given,
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.
3 Jesus, my All-in-all Thou art—
My rest in toil; my ease in pain ;
The medicine of my broken heart;
In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ;
In shame, my glory and my crown :
4 In want, my plentiful supply;
In weakness, my Almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death; my heaven in hell.
OBJECT of my first desire,
Jesus crucified for me,
All to happiness aspire
Only to be found in Thee:
Thee to please, and Thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below:
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
2 Lord! it is not life to live
If Thy presence Thou deny : Lord! if Thou Thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death-to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows,
Peace and happiness are Thine,
Mine they are if Thou art mine.
3 Whilst I feel Thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy
Here, O may I walk with Thee,
Then into Thy presence die!
Let me but Thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove,
Heaven below and heaven above.
VER nigh to those who call,
Jesus, Thou art All in all,
Righteous Advocate of love,
Seated near the throne above;
Whom have I, but Thee, to plead ?
'Twas Thyself alone that bled!
2 Whom, on earth, but Thee, have I?
Who, but Thee, for me would die?
Who can every care relieve?
Who can every blessing give?
Who can every sickness heal?
Who can mysteries reveal?
3 When impending storms appear,
Who can save or who can cheer?
Who can re-create the heart?
Who can life and bliss impart ?
Only Thou, my glorious Lord,
Thou alone canst all afford !
4 Only Thou to us art given,
Only Thou, the King of heaven.
Let me not from Thee e'er swerve,
Only Thee I'll love and serve ;
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Who on earth compared can be?
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