138    C.M.     P. Doddridge
Jesus precious. 1 Pet. 2. 4, 7; Phil. 3. 8; Ps. 45. 17

1 Jesus, I love thy charming name;
  ’Tis music in my ear;
  Fain would I sound it out so loud,
  That earth and heaven might hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
  My transport and my trust;
  Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
  And gold is sordid dust.

3 O may thy name upon my heart
  Shed a rich fragrance there;
  The noblest balm of all my wounds,
  The cordial of my care.

4 I’ll speak the honours of thy name
  With my last labouring breath;
  And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
  The Antidote of death!