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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