Mary Bowley ~ Meter: C.M.
Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds To every opened ear; The pardoned sinner's memory holds None other half so dear. Thy name encircles every grace That God as man could shew; 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.