Thrice-ho­ly name! that sweet­er sounds
Than streams which down the val­ley run,
And tells of more than hu­man love,
And more than hu­man pow­er, in one:
First from the gra­cious her­ald heard,
Heard since through all the choirs on high;
O Child of Ma­ry, Son of God,
Eternal, hear Thy child­ren’s cry!
While at the bless­èd name we bow,
Lord Je­sus, be among us now!

Within our dim-eyed souls call up
The vi­sion of Thine earth­ly years;
The mount of the trans­fig­ured form;
The gar­den of the bit­ter tears;
The cross up­reared in dark­en­ing skies;
The thorn-wreathed head, the bleed­ing side;
And whis­per in the heart, For you,
For you, I left the Heav’ns, and died,
While at the bless­èd name we bow,
Lord Je­sus, be among us now!

Ah! with faith’s in­ward pierc­ing eye
The riv­en rock-hewn bed we see,
Whence Thou in tri­umph hast gone forth
By death from death to make us free!
And when on earth’s last aw­ful day
The judg­ment-seat of God shall shine,
Lift Thou our trem­bling eyes to read
In Thy dear face the mer­cy-sign.
While at the bless­èd name we bow,
Lord Je­sus, be among us now!