1 This world has nothing sweet or fair,
Nor lovely form of beauty,
That tells me not of Christ my King,
The source from whence they’re springing.

Refrain:
There’s nothing in this world to me,
So dear, so pure, so precious;
Not life itself so sweet can be,
As is the name of Jesus.

2 When morning paints the rosy sky,
When rise the golden sunbeams;
My Saviour dear, Thy name I praise,
Thou source of all my blessings. [Refrain]

3 And when the moonlight softly steals,
And heav’n, its eyes revealing;
I know that He who made the light,
Is still more brightly shining. [Refrain]

4 Sweet is the note the songbird sings,
And sweet is music’s quiv’ring;
But sweeter far Thy saving name,
Blest Lord and King and Saviour. [Refrain]