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 snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine.

I waited by the riverside, the lilies swayin’ slow thought I might see you passin’ by, but then I had to go. I saw a light upon a hill, a city sparkled there. I stood so lonely and so still, in beams surpassing fair. As my feet stepped to the path I saw a rose in brightest bloom, a crimson piece of seamless cloth torn from the Master’s loom. Yes a rose by any other name is still a rose the same. And Christ’s crimson-petaled love makes roses bloom again. Yes, a rose by any other name still a rose must be. but it takes much more than a rose to say I give to my love to thee. There’s a lily of the valley there’s a heaven o’er the range, though you may think it sadly or something awful strange. It was by a lonely riverbed when I heard your mournful cry your smile was full of thorns and red the blood wept from your side. I placed a lily in your hair, a cross upon your heart. I wrote a secret message there and from you did depart. Yes a rose by any other name is still a rose the same. But Christ’s crimson-petal blood makes roses bloom again. Yes, a rose by any other name still a rose must be. But it takes much more than a rose to say I give to my love to thee.

Lost on the narrow way faith lost its bright’ning ray that once kept these fears at bay it’s now losing ground O how times change, I’m not the same, what am I now? These days it’s hard to wait outside of Heaven’s gate sorrow and grief and pain all weigh me down. Yesterday’s blues seem like good news from what I’ve got now. Heavenly Father above Strengthen the ones you love Send down your Holy Dove Revive me today. Look for the rainbow sign that ‘midst the storm-cloud shines brighten this heart of mine that fades away. Send down your love O heavenly Dove Fill me always. Christ on the cross did cry “Father, O Father, why?” The sun turned away its eye Above His head. O how His pain Seemed all in vain ‘Til He rose from the dead. Heavenly Father above strengthen the ones you love In the name of Your Only Son Give me new faith.

Though my heart is sad, yet I will be glad though the foes may rage and roar my God shall be forevermore. I my shield shall raise; I my God shall praise Faith shall stand when I do fall But Christ shall be my all in all. When faith’s eye grows dim, I still look to Him Though my heart shall melt as wax Christ quenches not the smoking flax. O Christ, the Bread of Life O Christ, my sacrifice. God shall be my song, though I suffer long He shall ever be my praise I’ll glorify Him endless days. I will yet rejoice, though with a failing voice My hope shall stand on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. O Christ, the Bread of Life O Christ, my sacrifice.

Dark was the dungeon, deep was the well down in the belly of a whale. But I knew, you’d lead me through— Jehovah, O my God. I packed up my bags to head for the coast, away from the call of the Lord of Hosts. but you knew you’d see me through— Jehovah, O my God. You set up a fish and you set up a storm; You set up a wind and you set up a worm. Yes you knew, oh You always knew— Jehovah, O my God. Out of the depths I uttered my prayer; God in His temple did hear. Yes I knew that His love was true— Jehovah, O my God.

How long, O Lord? How long, O Lord? Will you forget me evermore, how long, O Lord? How long, O Lord? How long, O Lord? Deep cries to deep, Deep cries to deep. Tempest and storm while the Lord sleeps attending His sheep. Deep cries to deep, deep cries to deep. All is at rest. All is at rest. God sends in kindness every trial His children to bless. All is at rest. All is at rest.

Go to dark Gethsemane, there to fall upon your knees. Your Redeemer's conflict see as he trembling makes his desperate plea Go to dark Gethsemane— Go to dark, go to dark, go to dark, Go to dark Gethsemane. Lord, let this cup pass from me. I can’t drink the wrath you planned for me. Let this cup pass from me O Father, Father please— Father please. Go to dark Gethsemane, bear the lonely agony, pray until the morning gleams in dark Gethsemane. He will meet you at the Tree, there to give you power and make you free. Though you suffer loss endure the cross, there is power when you bleed, in dark Gethsemane. Go to dark Gethsemane. Go to dark, go to dark, go to dark, Go to dark Gethsemane.

By the sweet silver stream in old Galilee past farmers and fisherman tending the sea, and spreading the net of an old mystery stood the lovely and lonely Jesus. Out in the wilderness, no money for meat, wild locusts and honey was all he did eat; for shoes just the gospel was shod on his feet, and called by the name John the Baptist. Now the cripples and lepers, the lame and the blind, all crowded 'round Jesus, before and behind, with a-weepin' and a-wailin' and a-moanin' and cryin' just to touch but the hem of his garment. Now John's in the prison, his head on a plate, though Herod bewail it, too little, too late; he thought matters had ended for the good of his state but the worms in his belly torment him. Well Satan's in the desert, he ain’t-a-got no food, and down by the pasture he's prowlin' for you and Christ's on the cross with the tombstone blues. Well the doctors and lawyers with their casebooks in hand all question the Saviour and bid him to stand, while round him is rung the centurion band to try to break all of his bones asunder. Though they scourged him and hung him upon a cruel cross and spat on and mocked him and hailed him with taunts, silently Christ, though bloody and gaunt while the heavens wept darkness and thunder. Well Satan's in the desert, he ain’t-a-got no food, and down by the pasture he's prowlin' for you and Christ's on the cross with the tombstone blues. Down in the valley, the grave for a bed, and no place was found for to lay his poor head, the lowly Lord Jesus now raised from the dead, and returning in terrible glory. Hear now ye harlots, and hearken, ye thieves, and all those who now God's Holy Ghost grieve: remember the cross all sins can relieve and hear now the end of the story.

Well I came unto a valley and I swept my eyes around, all my thoughts seemed to surround me and my mind no rest there found. Moonlit shadows drifting slowly, hung like demons dancing ‘round. a heart so heavy and so lonely was with chains and fetters bound. Then I saw on the horizon 'neath a tree a thorny crown, stretched upon its crossing branches was a King of great renown. Then a soft light shone upon me when He cried out "It is done." Above His head a sign read "Victory" and "Glory to God's only Son." O Sacred Head, Thou wounded! O Sacred Head, bowed low. Bloody cross and broken body all my sins in Thee hath wrought. Past transgressions thou hast taught me all were paid for on the cross. No more sickness, no more sorrow, no more memory's lonely strain, no more sadness must I borrow, no more madness in my brain. O Sacred Head, Thou wounded! O Sacred Head, bowed low. Glory, glory to my Saviour, Holy, holy to Thy name. I beseech Thee for Thy favour when to judge Thou com'st again. O Sacred Head, Thou wounded! O Sacred Head...

Early, early in the morn, who’ll roll away the stone? Flowers for the grave of God, who’ll roll away the stone? Where, oh where have they laid my Lord? Who rolled away the stone? You set your seal and set your guard¬— who rolled away the stone? Where, oh where have they laid my Lord? Who rolled away the stone? Bright, bright angel sittin’ on a stone, who rolled away the stone? Face like lightning, clothes like snow, who rolled away the stone? Empty, empty, death’s dark womb, who rolled away the stone? Shadow moving in the tomb— Who rolled away the stone? Shadow moving in the tomb. Who rolled away the stone?

I bow before love's power unending, Revealed to me, O Christ, in Thee I give myself to that befriending Bestowed upon a worm like me I leave all though of self devotion To plunge myself into love's ocean. O how Thou lovest me, dear Savior! O how Thy heart doth yearn for me! Drawn gently by Thy love, Lord, ever, I come and yield my all to Thee, As Thou, Devoted Love, dost hold me, So in my heart would I enfold Thee. I feel I must have Thee as treasure I feel that I Thine own must be No earthly gift could give me pleasure, For all my life I hid in Thee. Here is the rest Thou art providing, Hence I will follow Thy blest guiding. My heart and life are Thine forever, Redeemer, Thou my only Good! Thy blood was shed, that healing river, Fro sin a purifying flood Thou hast forgiven my transgression, My heart is ever Thy possession! I loved and lived, in dreary bondage Unto myself, and far from Thee Long years did I refuse Thee homage, Yet in Thy love Thou soughtest me. O that each sinner thus might see Thee, How could he help but love Thee freely! All praise to Jesus' name be giving, Whence all the springs of love do burst, The Fount whence issue waters living, Wherein believers quench their thirst. They bow themselves with praise unending And we, with theirs, our prayers are blending! O Jesus, may Thy name forever Deep in my soul itself impress, And may the marks of Thy love ever Show in my heart and consciousness. May thought and deed ad conversation Reflect but Thee and Thy salvation!