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

Dear Name! The rock on which I build
My shield and hiding place
My never failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace

Jesus! My shepherd, Saviour, Friend
My Prophet, Priest, and King
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End
Accept the praise l bring

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

Till then, I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death