When upon life's billows you

1. When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed
    When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
    Count your many blessings, name them one by one.
    And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count..... Your blessings, name them one by one.
Count..... Your blessings see what God hath done
count..... Your blessings name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done

2. Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
    Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
    Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
    And you will be singing as the days go by

3. When you look at others with their lands and gold,
    Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
    Count your many blessings; wealth can never buy
    Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high

4. So, amid the conflict, whether great or small
    Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
    Count your many blessings, angels will attend
    Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.

When the trumpet of the Lord

1. When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound
    And time shall be no more,
    And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
    When the, saved of earth
    shall gather over on the other shore,
    And the roll is call'd up yonder I'll be there.

When the roll.... is called up yon... der,
When the roll.... is called up yonder,
When the roll.... is called up yon der,
When the roll.... is called up yonder, I'll be there

2. On that bright and cloudless morning,
    When the dead in Christ shall rise
    And the glory of His resurrection share;
  When His chosen ones shall
  gather to their home beyond the skies.
  And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there,

3. Let me labour for the Master From the dawn till setting sun,
    Let me talk of all His wondrous love and care;
    Then when all of life is over and
    my work on earth is done,
    And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.

When I survey the wondrous cross

1. 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.

2. Forbid It Lord, that I should boast,
    Save in the death of Christ, My God;
    All the vain things that charm me most,
    I'd sacrifice them to His blood.

3. See from His head, His hands, His feet,
    Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
    Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
    Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4. His dying crimson, from His head
    Spreads o'er His body on the tree;

    To all the world then am I dead,
    And all the world is dead to me.

5 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,

What can wash away my sin?

1. What can wash away my sin? - Nothing but the blood of Jesus
    What can make me whole again? - Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

Oh, precious is the flow - That makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know! - Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

2. For my cleansing this I see - Nothing but the blood of Jesus !
    For my pardon this my plea - Nothing but the blood of Jesus !

3. Nothing can for sin atone Nothing but the blood of Jesus
    Naught of good that I have done - Nothing but the blood of Jesus

4. This is all my hope and peace Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
    This is all my righteousness - Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

What a friend we have in Jesus

1. What a friend we have in Jesus - All our sins and griefs to bear !

    What a privilege to carry Everything to God in praye r!

    Oh! What peace we often forfeit ! Oh, what needless pain we bear !

    All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer.

2. Have we trials and temptations? - Is there trouble anywhere?
    We should never be discouraged - Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Can we find a friend so faithful - Who will all our sorrows share?
    Jesus knows our every weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3. Are we weak and heavy-laden - Cumbered with a load of care?
    Precious Saviour still our refuge - Take it to the Lord in prayer;
    Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?

    Take it to the Lord in prayer;

    In His arms He'll take and shield thee -Thou wilt find a solace there