Jesus, Thy far-extended fame My drooping soul exults to hear; Thy name, Thy all-restoring name, Is music in a sinner's ear. Sinners of old Thou didst receive With comfortable words, and kind; Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve, Heal the diseased, and cure the blind. And art Thou not the Saviour still, In every place and age the same? Hast Thou forgot Thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of Thy name? Faith in Thy changeless name I have. The good, the kind Physician, Thou Art able now our souls to save, Art willing to restore them now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF VOICES BY A RIVER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |