O, tell me no more of this world’s vain store,

The time for such trifles with me now is o’er;

A country I’ve found where true joys abound;

To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground.

No mortal will know what Christ will bestow,

What joy, strength, and comfort do after Him go;

Lo! Onward I move to see Christ above;

None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.

Great spoils I shall win from death, hell, and sin,

‘Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ within;

And still, which is best, I in His dear breast,

As at the beginning, find pardon and rest.

When I am to die, receive me, I’ll cry,

For Jesus has loved me, I cannot tell why;

But this I do find: we two are so joined,

He’ll not live in glory and leave me behind.

This blessing is mine thru favor divine,

And, O, my dear Jesus, the praise shall be Thine;

In heaven we’ll meet in harmony sweet,

And glory to Jesus! We’ll then be complete.

O, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with Him above,

And from the flowing fountain Drink everlasting love?

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin,

And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in?

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

But now I am a soldier, My Captain’s gone before;

He’s given me my orders, And bids me ne’er give o’er.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Thru grace I am determined To conquer, tho’ I die,

And then away to Jesus On wings of love I’ll fly.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Whene’er you meet with troubles And trials on your way,

Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Gird on the gospel armour Of faith, and hope, and love,

And when the combat’s ended, He’ll carry you above.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

O, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend;

And if you lack for knowledge, He’ll not refuse to lend.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Neither will He upbraid you, Tho’ often you request,

He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

O, Jesus, my Savior, I know Thou art mine;

For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;

Of objects most pleasing I love Thee the best;

Without Thee I’m wretched, but with Thee I’m blest.

The Spirit first taught me to know I was blind,

Then taught me the way of salvation to find;

And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,

Thy mercy relieved me and bid me not fear.

In vain I attempt to describe what I feel;

The language of mortals or angels would fail;

My Jesus is precious, my soul’s in a flame;

I’m raised to a rapture while praising His name.

O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn, My sins which have Thy body  torn;

Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony.

O could I gain the mountain’s height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight;

O that with Salem’s daughters I might stand and see my Savior die!

I’d smite upon my breast and mourn, And never from the cross return:

I’d weep o’er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus’ blood.

I’d hang upon His breast and cry, Lord, save a soul condemned to die,

And let a wretch come near Thy throne To plead the merits of Thy Son.

Father of mercies, drop Thy frown, And let me shelter in Thy Son;

O with my earnest suit comply And give me Jesus or I die.

O Lord, deny me what Thou wilt, Only relieve me of my guilt;

Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry, And give me Jesus or I die.

Show pity, Lord, and send relief, To a poor sinner drowned in grief.

Who has no plea to bring him nigh, Lord, save a soul condemned to die!

Didst Thou not send Thy Son to die For guilty worms who pine and cry?

O let the vilest now come night – Lord, save a soul condemned to die!

Wonderful Grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it,
Where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden, setting my spirit free;
O the Wonderful Grace of Jesus reaches me!

Wonderful the matchless Grace of Jesus,
the matchless Grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
the rolling sea;
Wonderful Grace, all sufficient for me, for even
Higher than the mountain, sparkling like a fountain,
All sufficient Grace for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
sing it!
Greater far than all my sin and shame
my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious name of Jesus,
PRAISE HIS NAME!

Wonderful Grace of Jesus, reaching to save the lost;
By it I have been pardoned, saved to the uttermost.
Chains have been torn asunder, giving me liberty;
O the Wonderful Grace of Jesus, reaches me!

Wonderful the matchless Grace of Jesus,
the matchless Grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
the rolling sea;
Wonderful Grace, all sufficient for me, for even me
Higher than the mountain, sparkling like a fountain,
All sufficient Grace for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
sing it!
Greater far than all my sin and shame
my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious name of Jesus,
PRAISE HIS NAME!

Wonderful Grace of Jesus, reaching the most defiled;
By its transforming power,
Making me God’s dear child,
Purchasing peace and Heaven, for all eternity;
And the Wonderful Grace of Jesus, reaches me!

Wonderful the matchless Grace of Jesus,
the matchless Grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
the rolling sea;
Wonderful Grace, all sufficient for me, for even me
Higher than the mountain, sparkling like a fountain,
All sufficient Grace for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
sing it!
Greater far than all my sin and shame
my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious name of Jesus,
PRAISE HIS NAME!

How I love the great Redeemer
Who is doing so much for me;
With what joy I tell the story
Of the love that makes men free.
Till my earthly life is ended,
I will send songs above,
Then beside the crystal sea
More and more my soul shall be
Praising Jesus and His love.

He is everything to me, to me,
He is everything to me,
And everything shall always be;
I will never cease to raise
A song of gladness in His praise;
Here, and in the world above,
My soul shall sing of saving love;
Life and light and joy is He,
The precious Friend who died for me.

He has purchased my redemption,
Rolled my burden of sin away,
And is walking on beside me,
Growing dearer day by day.
That is why I sing His praises,
That is why joy is mine,
That is why forevermore
On the everlasting shore
I shall sing of love divine.

He is everything to me, to me,
He is everything to me,
And everything shall always be;
I will never cease to raise
A song of gladness in His praise;
Here, and in the world above,
My soul shall sing of saving love;
Life and light and joy is He,
The precious Friend who died for me.

Glory be to Him forever!
Endless praises to Christ the Lamb!
He has filled my life with sunshine,
He has made me what I am.
Oh, that everyone would know Him,
Oh, that all would adore!
Oh, that all would trust the love
Of the mighty Friend above
And be His forevermore.

He is everything to me, to me,
He is everything to me,
And everything shall always be;
I will never cease to raise
A song of gladness in His praise;
Here, and in the world above,
My soul shall sing of saving love;
Life and light and joy is He,
The precious Friend who died for me.

Sometimes when I think of the cross, I find much sorrow there;

To think of such a perfect life He gave without a tear.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me.

The nails that pierced his hands and feet, The crown of thorns he wore,

That woeful sword that pierced his side, The guilt of sin He bore.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me.

I was so lost and full of sin, And sin so full in me,

So weak and worthless, sick and sore, Undone without a plea.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me

But Jesus came to that old cross, And shed His blood for me,

And sorrow turned to happiness; He rose to victory,

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me

Hark! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rend the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and vales the sky!

It is finished, it is finished, Hear the dying Savior cry,

It is finished, it is finished, Hear the dying Savior cry.

It is finished, O what pleasure Do these charming words afford!

Heav’nly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord;

It is finished, it is finished, Saints the dying words record,

It is finished, it is finished, Saints the dying words record.

Finished all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law;

Finished all that God has promised, Death and hell no more shall awe;

It is finished, it is finished Saints from hence your comforts draw,

It is finished, it is finished Saints from hence your comforts draw.

Happy souls, approach the table, Taste the soul reviving food,

Nothing half so sweet and pleasant As the Savior’s flesh and blood;

It is finished, it is finished, Christ has borne the heavy load,

It is finished, it is finished, Christ has borne the heavy load.

Tune your hearts anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme,

All on earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Emmanuel’s name;

Hallelujah! hallelujah! Glory to the risen Lamb!

Hallelujah! hallelujah! Glory to the risen Lamb!

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, Not a sorrow we share, But our toil He doth richly repay; Not a grief or a loss, Not a frown or a cross, But is blest if we trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet We will sit at His feet, Or we’ll walk by His side in the way; What He says we will do, Where He sends we will go, Never fear, only trust and obey.

Trust and obey, For there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, But to trust and obey.

‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His Word
Just to rest upon His promise,
Just to know, “Thus saith the Lord!”

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
Oh, for grace to trust Him more!

Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood
And in simple faith to plunge me
‘Neath the healing, cleansing flood!

Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.

I’m so glad I learned to trust Him,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend
And I know that He is with me,
Will be with me to the end.