How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In the believer's ear
It soothes our sorrows, heals our wounds
And drives away our fear
So weak the effort of my heart
And cold my warmest thought
But when I see you as you are
I'll praise you as I ought
The rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place with treasure filled,
The endless source of grace,
My shepherd and my king, be ever praised
Till then I would, your love, proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of your name
Refresh my soul in death
The rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place with treasure filled,
The endless source of grace,
My shepherd and my king, be ever praised
The rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place with treasure filled,
The endless source of grace,
My shepherd and my king, be ever praised
The rock on which I build,
The endless source of grace.
