How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds And drives away his fear It makes the wounded spirit whole And calms the troubled breast 'Tis manna to the hungry soul And to the weary, rest And to the weary, rest
Dear name, the Rock on which I build My shield, and hiding place My never failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend My Prophet, Priest, and King My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End Accept the praise I bring 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 You as You are I'll praise You as I ought I would Your boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath So shall the music of Your name Refresh my soul in death Refresh my soul in death
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