Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on!
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on!
Holy Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God almighty
Worthy to receive glory Worthy to receive honor Worthy to receive all our praise today
Holy Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God almighty
Worthy to receive glory Worthy to receive honor Worthy to receive all our praise today
Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up! Praise Him! Exalt His name forever!
Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up! Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up!
Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up! Praise Him! Exalt His name forever!
Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up! Praise Him! Praise Him and lift Him up!
Lord, I lift your name on high Lord I love to sing your praises I'm so glad You're in my life I'm so glad You came to save us
You came from heaven to earth to show the way From the earth to the cross my debt to pay From the cross to the grave From the grave to the sky Lord, I lift Your name on high
Lord, I lift your name on high Lord I love to sing your praises I'm so glad You're in my life I'm so glad You came to save us
You came from heaven to earth to show the way From the earth to the cross my debt to pay From the cross to the grave From the grave to the sky Lord, I lift Your name on high
Light of the world You stepped down into darkness. Opened my eyes, let me see. Beauty that made this heart adore You Hope of a life spent with You
Here I am to worship, Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You're my God You're altogether lovely All together worthy, All together wonderful to me
King of all days oh, so highly exalted Glorious in heaven above Humbly You came To the earth You created All for love's sake became poor
Here I am to worship, Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You're my God You're altogether lovely All together worthy, All together wonderful to me
I'll never know how much it cost To see my sins upon that cross
Here I am to worship, Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You're my God You're altogether lovely All together worthy, All together wonderful to me
And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
' Tis mystery all: th'immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries to sound the depths of love divine.
' Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; let angel minds inquire no more.
He left his Father's throne above so free, so infinite his grace!, emptied himself of all but love, and bled for Adam's helpless race.
' Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned Spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth and followed Thee. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine! Alive in Him my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach the eternal throne, and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below A little silver and a little gold But in that city where the ransomed will shine I want a gold one that's silver lined
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In that bright land where we'll never grow old And some day yonder we will never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold
Tho' often tempted, tormented and tested And, like the prophet, my pillow a stone, And tho' I find here n o permanent dwelling, I know He'll give me a mansion my own.
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In that bright land where we'll never grow old And some day yonder we will never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold
Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely I'm not discouraged I'm heaven bound I'm but a pilgrim in search of the city I want a mansion, a harp and a crown
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In that bright land where we'll never grow old And some day yonder we will never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, visions of rapture now burst on my sight; angels descending bring from above echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, all is at rest; I in my Savior am happy and blest, watching and waiting, looking above, filled with his goodness, lost in his love.
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.