Jesus Jesus Jesus sweetest name I know
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He was born in an obscure village
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The son of a simple peasant woman
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He grew up in another small town
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And worked with his father in a carpenter shop until He was thirty
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And then for three years he was what we might call a traveling preacher
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He never wrote a book He never held political office
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The places He did go He usually walked
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He never did any of the things that one normally associates with greatness
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He had no credentials but himself
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When He was only thirty-three years old
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The tide of public opinion turned against Him
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Some of His friends deserted Him one denied Him
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One even betrayed Him and turned Him over to His enemies
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He went through the mockery of a trial
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He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
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While He was dying His executioners for His only possession
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His robe His purple robe
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When He was dead he was taken from the cross
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And laid in a borrowed grave
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Provided for the compassion of friends
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Almost twenty wide centuries have since come and gone
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And today this man is the centerpiece of the human race
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The leader in the column of mankind problems
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I think I am well with in the mark
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That all the armies that ever marched
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All the navies that ever sailed the seven seas
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All the legislative bodies that ever met
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All the kings and rulers that have ever rained
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And all put together have not affected the life of man here on this earth
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As much as that one solitary life
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Jesus Jesus Jesus Sweetest name I know
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Sweetest name I know I know
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One Solitary Life
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Bill Anderson |