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Amazing Grace 
O Lord my God,  
When I in awesome wonder  
Consider all  
The works Thy Hand hath made,  
I see the stars,  
I hear the mighty thunder,  
Thy pow'r throughout  
The universe displayed,  

When through the woods  
And forest glades I wander  
I hear the birds  
Sing sweetly in the trees,  
When I look down  
From lofty mountain grandeur  
And hear the brook  
And feel the gentle breeze,  

Then sings my soul,  
My Savior God, to Thee,  
How great Thou art!  
How great Thou art!  
Then sings my soul,  
My Savior God, to Thee,  
How great Thou art!  
How great Thou art!  

When Christ shall come,  
With shouts of acclamation,  
And take me home,  
What joy shall fill my heart!  
Then I shall bow  
In humble adoration  
And there proclaim,  
"My God, how great Thou art!"  

Then sings my soul,  
My Savior God, to Thee,  
How great Thou art!  
How great Thou art!  
Then sings my soul,  
My Savior God, to Thee,  
How great Thou art!  
How great Thou art!
 

 In The Garden
I come to the garden alone 
While the dew is still on the roses 
And the voice I hear 
Falling on my ear 
The song of God discloses 

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 

He speaks and the sound 
Of His voice 
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing 
And the melody 
That He gave to me 
Within my heart is ringing 

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 

And the joy we share 
As we tarry there 
None other has ever known

Jesus Loves Me
Jesus loves me! This I know, 
For the Bible tells me so; 
Little ones to Him belong; 
They are weak, but He is strong. 

Yes, Jesus loves me! 
Yes, Jesus loves me! 
Yes, Jesus loves me! 
The Bible tells me so. 

Jesus loves me! This I know, 
As He loved so long ago, 
Taking children on His knee, 
Saying, “Let them come to Me.” 

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Jesus loves me still today, 
Walking with me on my way, 
Wanting as a friend to give 
Light and love to all who live. 

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Jesus loves me! He who died 
Heaven’s gate to open wide; 
He will wash away my sin, 
Let His little child come in. 

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Jesus loves me! He will stay 
Close beside me all the way; 
Thou hast bled and died for me, 
I will henceforth live for Thee.

His Eye Is On the Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged?  Why should the shadows come?  Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home? 

When Jesus is my portion, my constant friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. 

I sing because I’m happy, 
I sing because I’m free, 
For His eye is on the sparrow, 
And I know He watches me. 

"Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,  And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears; 

Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. 

I sing because I’m happy, 
I sing because I’m free, 
For His eye is on the sparrow, 
And I know He watches me. 

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise, When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies, 

I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. 

I sing because I’m happy, 
I sing because I’m free, 
For His eye is on the sparrow, 
And I know He watches me.

It Is Well With My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way, 
When sorrows like sea billows roll 
Whatever my lot, thou hast 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 

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, 
Let this blest assurance control, 
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, 
And hath shed His own blood for my soul 

It is well (it is well) 
With my soul (with my soul) 
It is well, it is well with my soul 

My sin, oh, 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 

It is well (it is well) 
With my soul (with my soul) 
It is well, it is well with my soul 

It is well (it is well) 
With my soul (with my soul) 
It is well, it is well with my soul
 

Only Believe
Fear not, little flock, from the cross to the throne, From death into life He went for His own; 

All power in earth, all power above,  Is given to Him for the flock of His love. 

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Only believe, only believe; 
All things are possible, only believe; 
Only believe, only believe; 
All things are possible, only believe. 

Fear not, little flock, He goeth ahead, your Shepherd selecteth the path you must tread; 
The waters of Marah He’ll sweeten for thee,  He drank all the bitter in Gethsemane. 

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Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot, He enters all rooms, “the doors being shut,” 
He never forsakes; He never is gone, so count on His presence in darkness and dawn. 

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What A Friend We Have In
Jesus
What a friend we have in Jesus, 
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer! 

Oh, what peace we often forfeit, 
Oh, what needless pain we bear, 
All because we do not carry 
Everything to God in prayer! 

Have we trials and temptations? 
Is there trouble anywhere? 
We should never be discouraged— 
Take it to the Lord in prayer. 

Can we find a friend so faithful, 
Who will all our sorrows share? 
Jesus knows our every weakness; 
Take it to the Lord in prayer. 

Are we weak and heavy-laden, 
Cumbered with a load of care? 
Precious Savior, still our refuge— 
Take it to the Lord in prayer. 

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer! In His arms He’ll take and shield thee, 
Thou wilt find a solace there. 

Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear; 
May we ever, Lord, be bringing 
All to Thee in earnest prayer. 

Soon in glory bright, unclouded, 
There will be no need for prayer— 
Rapture, praise, and endless worship 
Will be our sweet portion there.

Because He Lives
God sent His son, they called Him Jesus 
He came to love, heal and forgive 
He lived and died to buy my pardon 
An empty grave is there to prove my savior lives 

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow 
Because He lives, all fear is gone 
Because I know He holds the future 
And life is worth the living, just because He lives 

How sweet to hold a newborn baby 
And feel the pride and joy He gives 
But greater still the calm assurance 
This child can face uncertain day, because He lives 

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow 
Because He lives, all fear is gone 
Because I know He holds the future 
And life is worth the living, just because He lives 

And then one day, I'll cross the river 
I'll fight life's final war with pain 
And then, as death gives way to victory 
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He reigns 

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow 
Because He lives, all fear is gone 
Because I know He holds the future 
And life is worth the living, just because He lives 

I can face tomorrow 
Because He lives, all fear is gone 
Because I know He holds the future 
And life is worth the living, just because He lives

 
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Mine eyes have seen the glory 
Of the coming of the Lord; 
He is trampling out the vintage 
Where the grapes of wrath are stored; 
He hath loosed the fateful lightning 
Of His terrible swift sword; 
His truth is marching on. 

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Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 
His truth is marching on. 

I have seen Him in the watchfires 
Of a hundred circling camps 
They have builded Him an altar 
In the evening dews and damps; 
I can read His righteous sentence 
By the dim and flaring lamps; 
His day is marching on. 

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He has sounded forth the trumpet 
That shall never call retreat; 
He is sifting out the hearts of men 
Before His judgement seat; 
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; 
Be jubilant, my feet; 
Our God is marching on. 

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In the beauty of the lilies 
Christ was born across the sea, 
With a glory in His bosom 
That transfigures you and me; 
As He died to make men holy, 
Let us die to make men free; 
While God is marching on. 

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