Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb

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

O let me ever hear thy voice
In mercy to me speak;
In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice,
And thy salvation seek.

My Jesus shall be still my theme
While in this world I stay;
I 'll sing my Jesus' lovely name
While all things else decay.

When I appear in yonder cloud,
With all thy favored throng,
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be my song.