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.