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Christ in Song 293

Happy in Him

Words: John NewtonMusic: Lewis EdsonTune: Lenox6, 6, 8, 4, D.

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1How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

2It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

3Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace.

4Jesus, my shepherd, brother, friend, My prophet, priest, and king; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring.

5Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.

6Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.

Tune
Lenox
Also sung to
Amazing Grace (SDA Hymnal #238)
Meter
6, 6, 8, 4, D.
Scripture
Acts 4:12

The verse

Meter
28 · the hymnal prints 6, 6, 8, 4, D.
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 58% of beats fit
Rhyme
A
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Verse 1

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.//˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/28A

Verse 2

It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘///˘˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/28A

Verse 3

Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace.//˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘????/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/29A

Verse 4

Jesus, my shepherd, brother, friend, My prophet, priest, and king; My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring./˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/28A

Verse 5

Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought./˘˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘//˘/////˘˘/28A

Verse 6

Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.//˘˘//˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘˘//˘/˘/˘/29A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.