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
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
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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
Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death
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