Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand
The shadow of a might Rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noon-tide heat,
And the Burden of the day.

Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with fears
Two wonders I confess
The Wonders of redeeming love
And my unworthiness.

I take, O Cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

Words: Elizabeth C. Clephone, 1730-1869
Music: Frederick C. Maker, 1844-1927

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 danger, 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.

When we’ve been there then thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

Words: John Newton, 1779
Music: Virginia Harmony, 1831

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all a healing stream,
Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadows o’er me.

*REFRAIN
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

Words: Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
Music: William H. Doane, 1832-1915

There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin sick soul.

Some times I feel discouraged,
And think my work’s in vain,
But then the Holy Spirit
Revives my soul again.
If you Can’t preach like Peter,
If you can’t pray like Paul,
Just tell the love of Jesus,
And say He died for all.

Words & Music: African American Spiritual

Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting yielded and still.

Have Thin own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord,
Wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow

Have Thin own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.

Have Thin own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Hold o’e my being absolute sway!
Fill with thy Spirit ‘till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.

Words: Adelaide A. Polland 1902
Music: George C. Stebbins, 1907

Be Thou my vision , o Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me,
Save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought,
By day or by night
Walking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s shelter, Thou my high Tower;
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of m power.

Riches I heed not nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O ruler of all.

Words: Ancient Irish Poem. Attributed to Dallan forgaill, 8th Century
Music: Ancient Irish Melody

I’d rather have Jesus than sliver or gold,
I’d rather have Jesus than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or land,
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause,
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I’d have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I’d rather be true to His holy name.

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs;
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead

*REFRAIN
Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin’s dread sway;
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.

Words: Rilea F. Miller, 1922
Music: George Beverly Shea, 1909

The god Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days, and God of Love
Jehovah, great I Am! By earth and heav’n confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred Name forever blessed.

The God of Abraham praise
of Whose supreme command From earth I rise-
And seek the joys at His right hand;
I all an earth forsake, its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only Portion make, my shield and Tower.

The God of Abraham praise, whose all sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days, in all my ways.
He calls a worm his friend, He Calls himself my God!
And He shall save me to the end thro’ Jesus’ blood.

He by Himself has sworn; I on His oath depend,
I shall, on eagle wigs upborne to heav’n ascend.
I shall behold His face; I shall his power adore,
And sing the wanders of His grace forevermore.

The God who reigns on high the great archangels sing.
And “Holy, holy, holy!” cry,
“Almighty King! Who was, and is, the same,
And evermore shall be:
Jehovah – Father – Great I am, we worship Thee!

Before the Savior’s face the ransomed nations bow;
O’erwhelmed at His almighty grace, forever new:
He shows His prints of love – they kindle to a flame!
And sound thro’ all the worlds above the slaughtered Lamb.

The whole triumphant hast give thanks to God on high;
“hail, Father, son and holy Ghost,” they ever cry.
Hail, Abraham’s God, and mine!
( I join the heav’nly lays,)
All might and majesty are Thine,
And endless praise.

Words: the Yigdal of Rabbi Daniel ben Yehudah of 14th century Rome;
trans. Thomas Olivers
Music: Hebrew Melody

Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows came,
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.

*Refrain
I sing because I am happy,
I sing because I am free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,”
His tender ward 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.

*REFRAIN
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.

Words: Civilla D. Martin, 1905
Music: Charles H. Gabriel, 1856-1932

This is my Father’s world and to my listening ears,
All nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world; I rest me in the thought
of rocks and tress, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise.
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world; he shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world; the battle is not done;
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied, and earth and heav’n be one.

words: Maltbie D. Babcock 1901
Music: English Melody

When peace like a river, attendeth 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.

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.

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 ti no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my 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.

*REFRAIN It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, It is well, with my soul.

Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
Music: Phillip P. Bliss 1876

Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior
So Precious thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to thy breast.
Shelter me safe in that Heaven of Rest;
Shelter me safe in that Heaven of Rest.

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an offering to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy Blood doth impart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy Blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord to be thine!
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign.
All if its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord Crucified.
Give me but Jesus, my Lord Crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to thee;
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to thee!

Words: & Music: Leila N. Morris 1898

Sweet hour of prayer,
Sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne.
Make all my wants and wished know!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief.
And off escaped the tempter’s snare
By the return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer,
Sweet hour of prayer,
The joys I feel the bliss I share
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where god my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer,
Sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe his word, and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Words: Willam W. Walford 1722-1850
Music: William B. Bradbury 1816-1868

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

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

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

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.

Words: Anna B. Warner, 1860
Music: William B. Bradbury, 1861