How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In the believer's ear It soothes our sorrows, heals our wounds And drives away our fear So weak the effort of my heart And cold my warmest thought But when I see you as you are I'll praise you as I ought The rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place with treasure filled, The endless source of grace, My shepherd and my king, be ever praised Till then I would, your love, proclaim With every fleeting breath, And may the music of your name Refresh my soul in death The rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place with treasure filled, The endless source of grace, My shepherd and my king, be ever praised The rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place with treasure filled, The endless source of grace, My shepherd and my king, be ever praised The rock on which I build, The endless source of grace.