Christian Songs, Song XXXVIII

THERE's no name among men, nor angels, so bright As the name of Jesus, the Father's delight; The joy of his children, who lisp out this name, And sweetly its praises soon learn to proclaim.

2 The wonder of angels, whose choir sound it high; The terror of devils, who far from it fly. 'Tis great thro' the whole earth, and highly esteem'd; As ointment forth poured among the redeem'd.

3 The serpent's seed hate it, while yet 'tis their fear; By their spite against it, it shines the more clear. In all gospel churches this name is ador'd, As their shield and glory, with chearful accord;

4 And there 'tis declared, the help of distress'd, The hope of the hopeless, and ease of oppress'd. The church of the first-born, with angels of light, Shall sound forth its praises in endless delight; But fully unfolded it can be by none But Jesus among them, who knows it alone.