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There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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None else could heal all our soul’s diseases, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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Jesus knows all about our
struggles, |
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He will guide till the day
is done; |
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There’s not a friend like
the lowly Jesus, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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No friend like Him is so high and holy, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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And yet no friend is so meek and lowly, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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There’s not an hour that He is not near us, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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No night so dark but His love can cheer us, |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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Did ever saint find this Friend forsake him? |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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Or sinner find that He would not take him? |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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Was ever a gift like the Savior given? |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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Will He refuse us a home in Heaven? |
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No, not one! No, not one! |
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