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How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
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It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
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Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
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By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
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Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
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Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
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Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.