3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odors spread, And purest joys abound. 4 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more. 5 Thou art their triumph and their joy; They find their all in thee; Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity. 238 C. M. He died for our sins. 1 Cor. 15:3. Jesus, in thy transporting name What blissful glories rise! Jesus, the angels’ sweetest theme— The wonder of the skies! 2 Well might the skies with wonder view A love so strange as thine! No thought of angels ever knew Compassion so divine! 3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky To bear our sins and woes? And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die, For vile rebellious foes? 4 Victorious love! can language tell The wonders of thy power, Which conquered all the force of hell In that tremendous hour! 5 What glad return can I impart For favors so divine? O take this heart, this worthless heart, And make it only thine! 239 C. M. The Name above every name. The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich profusion flow; For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe. 3 Th’ almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed, with wondering eyes, And hailed th’ incarnate God. 4 O the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine; I can not wish for more. 5 On thee, alone, my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. 240 C. M. He suffered, the Just for the unjust. 1 Pet. 3:18. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God’s own son was crucified For man the creature’s sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away; ’Tis all that I can do.