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Oh, how sweet the glorious message
Simple faith may claim;
Yesterday, today, forever,
Jesus is the same,
Still He loves to save the sinful,
Heal the sick and lame;
Cheer the mourner, still the tempest,
Glory to His name!
Yesterday, to-day, for ever
Jesus is the same,
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name,
Glory to His name,
Glory to His name,
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name.
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Him who pardon’d erring Peter
Never need’st thou fear;
He that came to faithless Thomas,
All thy doubt will clear.
He who let the lov’d disciple
On His bosom rest,
Buds thee still, with love as tender,
Lean upon His breast.
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He who ‘mid the raging billows,
Walk’d upon the sea:
Still can hush our wildest tempest,
As on Galilee
He who wept and pray’d in anguish
In Gathsemane
Drinks with us each cup of trembling,
In our agony.
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As of old He walk’d to Emmaus,
With them to abide;
So thro’ all life’s way He walketh,
Ever near our side.
Soon again shall we behold Him,
Hasten, Lord, the day!
But ’twill still be “this same Jesus,”
As He went away.