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God also hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a name which is above every name.-Phil, ii. 9.

Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity.2 Tim. ii. 19.

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When all these wondrous names I view,

Like diadems of light,
Or gems of every form and hue,

That charm the ravish'd sight,
I ask, enchain’d with sweet surprise,
Is this a dream illudes my eyes,
Or meteor-gleams that vainly rise,

Then leave my soul in night?

Ah! no: far more than seraphs see,

Who gaze with folded wing,
My precious Saviour is to me,-

And more than verse can sing.
Yet, all His wondrous names disclose,
Her own my happy spirit knows,
To calm her fears and soothe her woes,

And full salvation bring.

Ere long transported to the scene,

Where saints before Him fall, Where sins nor sorrows intervene,

To dim the eyes' bright ball, With every shining crown array'd, Partaker of His glory made, Exulting I shall see display'd,

My Saviour All in All.


How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

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 treas’ry fill'd

With boundless stores of grace.

By Thee my pray’rs acceptance gain,

Although with sin defild ; Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child.

Jesus my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King ;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I 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.


I feel that Name my inmost thoughts control,
And breathe an awful stillness through my soul ;
As by a charm the waves of grief subside,
Impetuous passion stops her headlong tide ;
At thy felt presence all emotions cease,
And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace,
Till every worldly thought within me dies,
And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes ;
Till all my sense is lost in infinite,
And one vast object fills my aching sight.


When in the volume of that book
The piercing eye of God shall look,
He'll see therein that dazzling Name,
Whose glory hides our sin and shame.
Oh, what a new and wondrous song
That Name affords the human tongue;
Of joy it forms the sweetest strain,
It wings the heavy hours of pain.
When life draws near its dread eclipse,
'Tis the last sound upon our lips;
When heav'n unfolds, 'twill be the first
That from our raptur'd heart shall burst!


That Name! O write it here,

Dear Saviour, on my heart :
Then come Thyself and read it there,
When heaven and earth depart.



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