On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain. CHORUS: So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to
Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. Before our Father’s throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for
Help us to help each other, Lord – Each other’s cross to bear; Let each his friendly aid afford And feel his brother’s care. Help us to build each other up – Our little stock improve; Increase our faith, confirm our hope And perfect us in love. Up into Thee, our living Head, Let us
I worship You, God’s only Son, Who took my sins to the cross, So I could be completely free to follow where You lead. O Lord, Your wounds are now my healing and I am wholly Yours. You know my name and where I’m going, Guardian of my soul. I’ll follow You, God’s only Son,
She only touched the hem of His garment As to His side she stole, Amid the crowd that gathered around Him, And straightway she was whole. Chorus Oh, touch the hem of His garment, And thou, too, shalt be free; His saving power, this very hour, Shall give new life to thee! She came in
Kneeling before Thee, Lord, I am praying, Claiming a closer communion with Thee, Longing to sever from selfish ambition; Break Thou each fetter and set my soul free. CHORUS: Into Thy hands, Lord, take me and mold me, E’en as the potter handles the clay; Make me a vessel fit for Thy service; Cleanse me
Heavenly Father, Thou hast brought us Safely to the present day, Gently leading on our footsteps, Watching o’er us all the way. Friend and Guide through life’s long journey, Grateful hearts to Thee we bring, But for love so true and changeless How shall we fit praises sing? Mercies new and never failing Brightly shine
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. ‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! Through many dangers, toils and
There’s within my heart a melody Jesus whispers sweet and low: “Fear not, I am with thee; peace, be still,” In all of life’s ebb and flow. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest name I know, Fills my every longing, Keeps me singing as I go. All my life was wrecked by sin and strife; Discord filled
This, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end. ‘Tis Jesus, the first and the last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe Home; We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
Who is He in yonder stall, At whose feet the shepherds fall? ‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story, ‘Tis the Lord, the King of Glory! At His feet we humbly fall, Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all! Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness? Who is He to whom they bring
Do you know the song that the angels sang On that night in the long ago, When the heavens above with their music rang Till it echoed in the earth below? All glory in the highest, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, Glory in the highest, peace, goodwill to men; Glory in the highest; Glory
