THERE is a name I love to hear,
   I love to speak its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
    The sweetest name on earth.
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 of One Whose loving heart
    Can feel my deepest woe;
Who in my sorrow bears a part
    That none can bear below.
4  It bids my trembling heart rejoice,
    It dries each rising tear;
It tells me in a ‘still, small voice’
    To trust and never fear.
5  This name shall lift my spirit still
    Along my pilgrim road,
And bless me as I climb the hill
    That leads me up to God.
6  And there with all the blood-bought throng,
    From sin and sorrow free,
I’ll sing the great eternal song
    Of all His love to me.
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!
Frederick Whitfield, 1829-1904