Songs

ONLY BELIEVE

Only believe, only believe.  All things are possible if you only believe.

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 Son 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.

I’d stay in the garden with him tho the night around me be falling; But he bids me go; thro’ the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling.

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.

AMAZING GRACE

Amazing grace!  How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!  I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright, shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’ve first begun.

JUST AS I AM

Just as I am, without one plea, but that Thy blood was shed for me, and that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not, to rid my soul of one dark blot, to Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come.

Just as I am, Thy love unknown has broken every barrier down: now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come.

HOW GREAT THOU ART

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made: I see the stars; I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

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!

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 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 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 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!