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There Is a Name I Love to Hear
Frederick Whitfield, 1829-1904
Anonymous

There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear, the sweetest name on earth.
Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus because He first loved me.

It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood, the sinner's perfect plea.
Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus because He first loved me.

It tells me what my Father hath in store for ev'ry day
And, tho' I tread a darksome path, yields sunshine all the way.
Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus because He first loved me.

It tells of One Whose loving heart can feel my deepest woe,
Who, in each sorrow, bears a prat that none can bear below.
Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus because He first loved me.