Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine!

This is My Father’s World

This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.

Marching to Zion

Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry; we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground to fairer worlds on high.

Rock of Ages

It is said that Toplady wrote this hymn one day when caught in a thunderstorm. He took shelter in a cleft in a rock and there he wrote the hymn.

Jesus, Thou Joy of Loving Hearts

Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts, Thou fount of life, Thou light of men, from the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.