Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name
Nor half so sweet can be.

O let us ever hear thy voice;
In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.

When we appear in yonder cloud
With all thy favoured throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.