I know of a world that is sunk in shame,
Where hearts oft faint and tire;
But I know of a name, a precious name,
That can set that world on fire;
Its sound is sweet, its letters flame.
I know of a name, a precious name,
I know of a book a marvelous book,
With a message for all who hear;
And the same dear name, His wonderful name,
Illumines its pages clear;
The book is His Word, its message I’ve heard.
I know of a home in Immanuel’s land,
Where hearts ne’er faint nor tire;
And His marvelous name, His own dear name,
Inspires the heav’nly choir;
Hear the melody ringing, my own heart singing.