When I Survey the Wondrous Cross – Isaac Watts
When I survey the wondrous cross, on which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
And Can it Be – Charles Wesley
And can it be that I should gain, an interest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain. For me, who Him to death pursued.
Amazing love! How can it be..that Thou, my God, should’st die for me?
A-maz-ing Love! How can it be? That Thou, my God, should’st die for me
Blessed Assurance – Fanny Crosby
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story; this is my song, praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story; this is my song, praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest;
Watching and waiting, looking above, filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
In the Garden – Austin Miles
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And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.
Jesus Loves Even Me – Philip Bliss
I am so glad that our Father in Heaven,
Tells of his love in the Book He has given.
Wonderful things in the Bible I see,
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me.
Oh, if there’s only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song through eternity be,
“Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!”
It is Well With My Soul – Horatio Spafford
When peace like a river atten..deth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
“It is well; it is well with my soul.”
It is well,… with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin – O, the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
Even so…it is well with my soul!