A. J. Foxwell
MANY names are dear, but His is dearer;
How it grows more dear as life goes on,
Many friends are near, but He is nearer,
Always what we want and all our own.
2
Jesus, Jesus, let us ever say it
Softly to ourselves as some sweet spell;
Jesus, Jesus; troubled spirit, lay it
On thy heart and it will make thee well.
3
In the hour of gloom it shines before us,
Like that welcome star that gilds the morn;
Vanished hope and joy it will restore us,
Till their sudden rays our soul adorn.
4
Jesus! Jesus! in the home of glory,
Still that lovely name shall tune our lays,
Jesus! Jesus! all the wondrous story
Of His love shall fill eternal days.
