Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

146 (C.M.) Philip Doddridge

Jesus, I love Thy charming name,

'Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heav'n might hear.

Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;

Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.

All my capacious pow'rs can wish,

In Thee doth richly meet;

Nor to my eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.

Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

And shed its fragrance there;

The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.

I'll speak the honors of Thy name

With my last lab'ring breath;

And, dying, clasp Thee in my arms,

The Antidote of death.