Jesus, How Much Thy Name Unfolds

Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds,
To ev’ry open’d ear!
The pardon’d sinner’s mem’ry holds,
None other half so dear.

Thy name encircles every grace
That God as man could show;
There only could He fully trace
A life divine below.

Jesus, it speaks a life of love,
Of sorrows meekly borne;
It tells of sympathy above,
Whatever makes us mourn.

Jesus, the One who knew no sin,
Made sin to make us just;
Thou gav’st Thyself our love to win,
Our full confiding trust.

The mention of Thy name shall bow
Our hearts to worship Thee;
The chiefest of ten thousand Thou,
Whose love has set us free.