Let the ho­ly name of Je­sus
Dwell for­ev­er in thy heart;
It will cleanse, re­fresh, and cheer you,
Shield from Sa­tan’s fa­tal dart.
Oh, the joy, the pre­cious fount­ain,
Which His sac­red name sup­plies;
It is balm for wound­ed spi­rits,
It is life that ne­ver dies.

Souls are wea­ry, worn and trou­bled,
Bowed with sor­row, pain and grief;
Weak and trem­bling—in this fount­ain
Surely find a sweet re­lief.
With thy woes and earth­ly la­bors,
Weary with thy load of care,
Come, oh come un­to the Sav­ior:
Drink of end­less plea­sure there.