Frederick Whitfield - Oh how i love jesus

^CThere is a Name I love to hear, I ^G7love to sing its ^Cworth; ^CIt sounds like music in my ear, The ^G7sweet^Fest ^CName ^Gon ^Cearth.

^COh, how I love Jesus, ^G7Oh, how I love ^CJe^Gsus, ^COh, how I love Jesus, Be^Gcause He ^Cfirst ^G7loved ^Cme!

^CIt tells me of a Savior’s love, ^G7Who died to set^C m^Ge free; ^CIt tells me of His precious blood, The ^G7sinne^Fr’^Cs per^Gfec^Ct plea.

^CIt tells me of a Father’s smile ^G7Beaming upon Hi^Cs ^Gchild; ^CIt cheers me through this little while, Thro^G7ugh d^Feser^Ct, wa^Gste^C, and wild.

^CIt tells me what my Father hath ^G7In store for ev^Cer^Gy day, ^CAnd though I tread a darksome path, Yiel^G7ds su^Fnshi^Cne al^Gl t^Che way.

^CIt tells of One whose loving heart ^G7Can feel my dee^Cpe^Gst woe; ^CWho in each sorrow bears a part That^G7 none^F can^C bear^G be^Clow.

^CIt bids my trembling heart rejoice; ^G7It dries each r^Cis^Ging tear; ^CIt tells me, in a “still small voice,” To t^G7rust ^Fand ^Cnever^G fe^Car.

^CJesus, the Name I love so well, ^G7The Name I love^C t^Go hear: ^CNo saint on earth its worth can tell, No h^G7eart ^Fconc^Ceive ^Ghow^C dear.

^CThis Name shall shed its fragrance still ^G7Along this thor^Cny^G road, ^CShall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That^G7 lead^Fs me^C up t^Go G^Cod.

^CAnd there with all the blood-bought throng, ^G7From sin and so^Crr^Gow free, ^CI’ll sing the new eternal song Of J^G7esus?^F?? l^Cove f^Gor ^Cme.