The Name I Call

When in my dreams I’m running steep
From shapes and fears that spring to life,
Instinctively, though still asleep,
The name I call is Jesus.

When dreams won’t come, and sleep evades
My heavy eyes and weary mind;
As stars grow dim beyond the shades
The name I call is Jesus.

When sin’s allurement makes me groan,
And my poor will grows weak within;
When I cannot win, or fight, alone,
The name I call is Jesus.

When I don’t call to Him in time
To stop my head long rush to sin,
And tones of shame within me chime,
The name I call is Jesus.

When problems rise, wrongs I have done,
And sins are catching up with me,
I just seek mercy from God’s Son:
The name I call is Jesus.

When anxious thoughts crowd my hours
With worldly needs yet to be filled,
Praise be to He who clothes the flowers!
The name I call is Jesus.

When griefs that I don’t understand,
And losses that I can’t control
Come carried by Almighty’s hand,
The name I call is Jesus.

When pleasantness fills up my path
And peaceful night trails peaceful day,
He's still the One who took God’s wrath:
The name I call is Jesus.

When prayers are answered, joy surprises,
When God forgives me once again;
When each day the sun still rises!—
The name I call is Jesus.

And when some day bright trumpets cry
And all the earth must turn to see
The God descending from His sky—
The name I’ll call is Jesus.

And, when in time, before His throne,
All nations, tribes and tongues must say
That there is one who’s Lord alone—
The name they’ll call is Jesus!