Unto him that loved us.

THERE is a name I love to hear; I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth.

It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood The sinner's perfect plea.

It tells of One whose loving heart Can feel my smallest woe: Who in each sorrow bears a part That none can bear below.

Jesus! the name I love so well, The name I love to hear! No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear.

This name shall shed its fragrance still Along this thorny road— Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God.