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Hymns and Tunes 1886 118

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

Words: John NewtonC.M.

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, Guardian, Friend!
My Prophet, Priest, and King!
For all the blessings thou dost send,
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;
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

Also sung to
Amazing Grace (SDA Hymnal #238); Lenox (Christ in Song #293)
Meter
C.M.

Public Domain

The verse

Meter
8.6.8.6 · as printed
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 69% of beats fit
Rhyme
ABAB
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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary

Verse 1

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds//˘/˘/˘/8A
In a believer's ear!˘˘˘/˘/6B
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,˘/˘/˘/˘/8C
And drives away his fear.˘/˘/˘/6B

Verse 2

It makes the wounded spirit whole,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
And calms the troubled breast;˘/˘/˘/6B
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,//˘˘˘/˘/8A
And to the weary, rest.˘˘˘/˘/6B

Verse 3

Dear name! the rock on which I build,//˘/˘˘˘/8A
My shield and hiding-place!˘/˘???6B
My never-failing treasury, filled˘????/˘˘/9A
With boundless stores of grace!˘/˘/˘/6C

Verse 4

Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend!/˘˘/˘/˘˘/9A
My Prophet, Priest, and King!˘/˘/˘/6B
For all the blessings thou dost send,˘/˘/˘///8A
Accept the praise I bring.˘/˘/˘/6B

Verse 5

Weak is the effort of my heart,/˘˘/˘˘˘/8A
And cold my warmest thought;˘/˘/˘/6B
But when I see thee as thou art,˘/˘//˘//8A
I'll praise thee as I ought.///˘˘/6B

Verse 6

Till then I would thy love proclaim//˘˘//˘/8A
With every fleeting breath;˘/˘/˘/6B
So shall the music of thy name˘˘˘/˘˘//8A
Refresh my soul in death.˘/˘/˘/6B

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.