|
|
| |
|
Jesus, how fragrant is thy name!
‘Tis ointment poured forth;
No tongue thy glories can describe,
No heart conceive thy worth.
What yonder sun is to the world,
Thou art, and more to me;
How cheering is thy sacred light,
How bright, and yet how free!
Thy righteousness is my defence,
It clears from every charge;
A word of thine dispels my fears,
And sets my soul at large.
My daily wants are all supplied
From thine abundant store;
I love thee, but my dearest Lord,
I fain would love thee more.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1818
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Song 1:3; 1 Pe 2:2;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1818 | # 82 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
ALBANO
|
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1868
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 125 | F | | # 614 | F | | # 626 | F | | # 183 | F | | # 315 | F | | # 315 | F |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
