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Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds To every opened ear; The pardoned sinner's mem'ry holds None other half so dear. |
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Thy name encircles every grace That God as man could show; There only could He fully trace A life divine below. |
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Jesus — it speaks a life of love, Of sorrows meekly borne; It tells of sympathy above. Whatever makes us mourn. |
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Jesus, the One who knew no sin, Made sin to make us just; Thou gav'st Thyself our love to win, Our full confiding trust. |
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The mention of Thy name shall bow Our hearts to worship Thee; The chiefest of ten thousand Thou, Whose love has set us free. |