Who is like unto the Lord our God, who dwelleth on high?@Psalm 113:5

Eliza E. Hewitt, in Make His Praise Glorious, edited by Edwin O. Excell (Chicago, Illinois: E. O. Excell, 1900), number 64.

E. E. Satterlee (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Eliza E. Hewitt (1851-1920)

There’s no one like my Savior,
No friend can be like Him;
My never failing sunshine
When earthly lights grow dim;
When summer flowers are blooming,
The brightness of my joy,
O, may His happy service
My heart and life employ!

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No one, no one like my precious Savior,
No one, no one such a friend can be;
No one, no one like my precious Savior,
Glory, glory, Jesus cares for me.

There’s no one like my Savior;
In seasons of distress,
He draws me closer to Him,
To comfort and to bless;
He gives me, in temptation,
The strength of His right arm;
His angels camp around me,
To keep me from all harm.

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There’s no one like my Savior,
He pardons all my sin;
And gives His Holy Spirit,
A springing well within;
He leads me out to service,
With gentle touch and mild;
O, wonder of all wonders,
That I should be His child.

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There’s no one like my Savior;
Come now, and find it true;
He gave His life a ransom,
His blood was shed for you;
Then when we reach the city
Of everlasting light,
We’ll sing with saints and angels,
All honor, power and might.

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