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“Is there no balm in Gilead?” Jeremiah asks. There is, dear friends. It is the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.

BibleGateway: Jeremiah 8:18-9:1

ESV Text: Jeremiah 8:18-9:1

KJV Text:

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18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me. 19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities? 20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. 21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me. 22 Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?(KJV)

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     1 Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 364:
How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

— Organ Audio

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1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
In a believer’s ear! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fear. 

2. It makes the wounded spirit whole 
And calms the troubled breast; 
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul 
And to the weary, rest. 

3. Dear name! The Rock on which I build, 
My Shield and Hiding-place; 
My never-failing Treasury filled 
With boundless stores of grace. 

4. By Thee my prayers acceptance gain 
Although with sin defiled. 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am owned a child. 

5. Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King, 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6. Weak is the effort of my heart 
And cold my warmest thought; 
But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
I’ll praise Thee as I ought. 

7. Till then I would Thy love proclaim 
With every fleeting breath; 
And may the music of Thy name 
Refresh my soul in death.