1 Thou dear Redeemer dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.

2 O let us ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak,
And in our priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay,
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay:

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all thy favor'd throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.