I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.
Beaming upon His child;
It cheers me through this little while,
Through desert, waste, and wild.
In store for every day,
And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
Can feel my deepest woe;
Who in each sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.
It dries each rising tear;
It tells me, in a „still small voice,”
To trust and never fear.
The Name I love to hear:
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.
From sin and sorrow free,
I'll sing the new eternal song
Of Jesus' love for me.