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When I survey 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.

See from his head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down.

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an offering far too small.

Love so amazing so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

hide me know, my refuge me;

let the water and the blood,

from your wounded side which flowed,

be of sin the double cure;

cleanse me from its guilt and power

Not the labours of my hands

can fulfill your law's demands;

could my zeal no respite know,

could my tears forever flow,

all for sin could not atone;

you must save, and you alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,

simply to the cross I cling;

naked, come to you for dress;

helpless, look to you for grace;

stained by sin to you I cry:

wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,

when my eyes shall close in death,

when I soar to worlds unknown,

bow before your judgment throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

let me hide myself in thee.

How Great Thou Art

Oh Lord, my God, when I, in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy hands have made

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder

Thy power throughout the universe displayed

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in

That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing

He bled and died to take away my sin

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration

And then proclaim, my God, how great

Thou art Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

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