We're Marching, Marching up to Zion
Choir: We're Marching, Marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God.
We're Marching, Marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God.
Soloist verse: Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
Choir: We're Marching, Marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God.
We're Marching, Marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God.
O, How I Love Jesus
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
Because He first loved me!
(solo) It tells me of a Savior's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
Because He first loved me!
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
O, how I love Jesus
Because He first loved me!
Oh I Want To See Him
(Soloist) 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.
Choir: Oh, I want to see Him, look upon His face,
There to sing forever of His saving grace;
On the streets of glory let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice
(Soloist) When before me billows rise from the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on through this world below;
He’s a real Friend to me, oh, I love Him so.
Choir: Oh, I want to see Him, look upon His face,
There to sing forever of His saving grace;
On the streets of glory let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice
Pass me not, O gentle Savior
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Verse:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry,
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
