Sound The Battle Cry! See! The Foe Is Nigh.
Raise The Standard High For The Lord;
Gird Your Armour On, Stand Firm Every One;
Rest Your Cause Upon His Holy Word.
Rouse, Then, Soldiers!
Rally Round The Banner!
Peace Like A River Is Flooding My Soul.
Since Christ My Saviour.
Maketh Me Whole;
Sweet Peace Abiding My Portion Shall Be
Jesus, My Saviour, Is Precious To Me.
Precious To Me, Precious Is He
Jesus Shall Ever Be...
As I Journey Through The Land Singing As I Go.
Pointing Souls To Calvary To The Crimson Flow.
Many Arrows Pierce My Soul
From Without, Within;
But My Lord Leads Me On,
Through Him I Must Win.
Oh, I Want...
What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
all because we do...