Thy Name must live, whatever names may die;

It must fill all the earth, as heav'n on high.

Jesus! Thy Name by all shall yet be known,

All kings and nations shall Thy greatness own.

Thou livest, Saviour, and all grace is there,

That with such beauty shone in Thee down here;

No trait is lost, each beauteous grace we see,

All brought through death to shine eternally.

Our joy is full—we have Thee, Jesus, still,

The glory bright Thy precious Name doth fill;

What holds Thy people now while here on earth,

Is what Thou art in all Thy wondrous worth.