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 |  |  |  | 1. | O how sweet the glorious message, |  |  |  | Simple faith my 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, today, forever, |  |  |  | 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. |  |  | 2. | He who was the friend of sinners, |  |  |  | Seeks thee, lost one, now; |  |  |  | Sinner, come, and at His footstool, |  |  |  | Penitently bow. |  |  |  | He who said, "I'll not condemn thee, |  |  |  | Go and sin no more," |  |  |  | Speaks to thee that word of pardon, |  |  |  | As in days of yore. |  |  | 3. | Oft on earth He healed the suff'rer, |  |  |  | By His mighty hand; |  |  |  | Still our sicknesses and sorrows, |  |  |  | Go at His command. |  |  |  | He who gave His healing virtue, |  |  |  | To a woman's touch; |  |  |  | To the faith that claims His fulness, |  |  |  | Still will give as much. |  |  | 4. | As of old He walked to Emmaus, |  |  |  | With them to abide; |  |  |  | So through all life's way He walketh, |  |  |  | Ever near our side. |  |  |  | Soon again we shall behold Him, |  |  |  | Hasten, Lord, the day! |  |  |  | But 'twill still be "this same Jesus," |  |  |  | As he went away. | 
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