O Lord, how much Thy Name unfolds

O Lord, how much Thy Name unfolds To every opened ear; The pardoned sinner's memory holds None other half so dear.

Jesus! It speaks a life of love, And sorrows meekly borne; It tells of sympathy above, Whatever griefs we mourn.

It tells us of Thy sinless walk In fellowship with God; And to our ears no tale so sweet As Thine atoning blood.

This Name encircles every grace That God, as man, could show; There only can the Spirit trace A perfect life below.

The mention of Thy Name shall bow Our hearts to worship Thee; The chiefest of ten thousand Thou! The chief of sinners we.