We love to hear of Thee;
No music's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2Oh, may we ever hear Thy voice
In mercy to us speak !
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedek.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme
While in the world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus—lovely name!
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all the ransomed throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song,