Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, there's just something about that name.
Master, Savoir, Jesus
Like the fragrance after the rain.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Let all heaven and earth proclaim.
Kings and kingdoms will all pass away
But there's something about that name.

(Recitation)

Jesus, the mere mention of his name can calm the storm, heal the broken,  raise the dead. At the name of Jesus I see sin hardened men melted, derelicts transformed. The lights are hope put in the eyes of a hopeless child. At the name of Jesus hatred and bitterness turn to love and forgiveness. Arguments cease.  I've heard a mother softly breathe His name at the bedside of a child delirious from fever, and I've watched that little body be quiet, fevered brow cooled.  I've sit at the bedside of a dying saint, her body wracked with pain who in those final fleeting seconds summoned her last ounce of ebbing strength just to whisper earth's sweetest name  Jesus,Jesus.

Emperors have tried to destroy it, Philosophies have tried to stamp it out. Tyrants have tried to wash it from the face of the earth with the very blood of those who claimed it, yet it still stands. And there shall be that final day when every voice that has ever uttered a sound, every voice of Adam's race shall raise in one mighty chorus to proclaim the name of Jesus,  for that day every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ Is truly Lord!

You see, it was not mere chance that caused an angel one night long ago to say to a virgin maiden, His name, his name shall be called Jesus. Jesus, Jesus, you know, there is something something about that name.

Kings and kingdoms will all pass away
But there's something about that name.