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...OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE OLD BRIDGE by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |