Hymn CXXXIII. Common Metre. Christ precious in Life and Death

Jesus, I love thy glorious name, Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That heaven and earth might hear.

Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My treasure and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.

All my capacious powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; Not to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.

Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The richest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.

I'll speak the honors of thy name, With my last labouring breath; Then speechless give my soul to thee, The antidote of death.