Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds

To every opened ear;

The pardoned sinner's mem'ry holds

None other half so dear.

Thy name encircles every grace

That God as man could show;

There only could He fully trace

A life divine below.

Jesus — it speaks a life of love,

Of sorrows meekly borne;

It tells of sympathy above.

Whatever makes us mourn.

Jesus, the One who knew no sin,

Made sin to make us just;

Thou gav'st Thyself our love to win,

Our full confiding trust.

The mention of Thy name shall bow

Our hearts to worship Thee;

The chiefest of ten thousand Thou,

Whose love has set us free.