JESUS, THY NAME I LOVE.
By William C. Richards
Jesus, thy name I love
All other names above—
That tongue can sing;
Its sweetness fills my heart,
Soothes sorrow's keenest smart,
And dries the tears that start—
When joys take flight. If shadows 'round me fall,
And fears my heart appall,
Of coming ills—
The covert of thy grace
I make my hiding-place,
Where one smile of thy face
My bosom stills. When sharp temptations press,
From paths of righteousness,
My steps to stray—
Thy name of love shall be
Heaven's talisman for me,
To make the tempter flee—
In shame away. My life, from youth to age,
Shall bear on every page,
Thy name of might,
To calm the waves of death,
As when Genessareth,
Awed by thy sovereign breath,
Slept in morn's light. And then, before thy throne,
With all the glories shone,
That crown thy cross,
"Jesus!" the song shall be,
Of millions saved like me,
To all eternity,
From sumless loss! —Wm. C. Richards, in the Christian Enquirer.