Jesus

“Oh, the precious music of Jesus’ name!
Glory to the Lamb!
Oh, sweetest name in song! the heavens shall prolong
The music of Thy name.”*

To the Christian soul there is no music so sweet as the music of the name of Jesus. That name catches the attention above all other names. That name is sacred to the Christian’s memory. He loves to think on that name. There is an inexpressible sweetness in the thought of that name. A tender delight comes over the soul at the mention of that name. There is no circumstance in life that that name cannot sweeten. If we be in the furnace flame that name quenches the burning.

A mother sits beside a little casket in which lies a child, cold, faded, and dead, like a gathered lily. How deep, desperate and blank would be her woe if it were not for the name of Jesus. As she sits looking into the face of the child she bore just three months ago, the tears come streaming from her eyes, but at the thought of Jesus there is a smile through the tears. What beautiful and bright visions come before her mind as she beholds her child with Jesus in the Paradise of God. There is a sorrow at the heart, but there is an indescribable sweetness in the sorrow as she remembers her blessed Savior.

“Tune your harps, ye ransomed throng, and extol the Christ,
Sing the Name that opened mercy’s door;
Oh, ’tis music, sweetest music to sinners lost,
Sweetest to the saints forevermore.”*