The Old Rugged Cross | George Bennard

1. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

o Refrain:
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

2. Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

3. In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

4. To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;

Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me someday to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

I’ve Anchored in Jesus | Lewis E. Jone

1. Upon life’s boundless ocean where mighty billows roll,

I’ve fixed my hope in Jesus, blest anchor of my soul;
When trials fierce assail me as storms are gath’ring o’er,
I rest upon His mercy and trust Him more.

o Refrain:
I’ve anchored in Jesus, the storms of life I’ll brave,
I’ve anchored in Jesus, I fear no wind or wave;
I’ve anchored in Jesus, for He hath pow’r to save,
I’ve anchored to the Rock of Ages.

2. He keeps my soul from evil and gives me blessed peace,

His voice hath stilled the waters and bid their tumult cease;
My Pilot and Deliv’rer, to Him I all confide,
For always when I need Him, He’s at my side.

3. He is my Friend and Savior, in Him my anchor’s cast,

He drives away my sorrows and shields me from the blast;
 By faith I’m looking upward beyond life’s troubled sea,
There I behold a haven prepared for me.

O Lord, Send the Power Just Now

Charles D. Tillman, 1895

1. They were in an upper chamber,

They were all with one accord,
When the Holy Ghost descended
As was promised by the Lord.

o Refrain:
O Lord, send the pow’r just now,
O Lord, send the pow’r just now;
O Lord, send the pow’r just now
And baptize every one.

2. Yes, the pow’r from Heav’n descended

With the sound of rushing wind;
Tongues of fire came down upon them,
As the Lord said He would send.

3. Yes, this old-time pow’r was given

To our fathers who were true;
This is promised to believers,
And we all may have it too.

1. O I love to walk with Jesus

Like the publicans of old,
When He gathered them about Him
And the blessèd tidings told;
How He came to bring deliverance
To the captives in distress,
Take away our ev’ry burden,
Giving perfect peace and rest.

Refrain
I will follow where He leadeth;
I will pasture where He feedeth.
I will follow all the way, Lord.
I will follow Jesus ev’ry day.
2. O I love to walk with Jesus
Like the man of long ago
Who had tarried by the wayside
Near the gates of Jericho,
Jesus heard his cry for mercy,
Gave him back his sight that day,
And immediately he followed
Jesus all along the way. [Refrain]

3. O I love to walk with Jesus

All the way to Calv’ry’s brow,
Gaze upon that scene of suffering
While my tears of sorrow flow.
There He tells me how He loves me—
Takes my ev’ry sin away;
So I follow Him so gladly,
Lead me anywhere He may. [Refrain]

4. O sometime I’ll walk with Jesus

In that land of endless day,
When our journey here is over
And we’ve reached our home to stay.
Then I’ll walk with him forever,
Sing His praises o’er and o’er,
And with all the saints in glory
Love, and worship, and adore. [Refrain]

Come to the savior

1 Come to the Savior, make no delay -
Here in His Word He's shown us the way;
Here in our midst He’s standing today,
Tenderly saying, "Come!"

Chorus:
Joyful, joyful will the meeting be,
When from sin our hearts are pure and free,
And we shall gather, Savior, with Thee,
In our eternal home.

2 "Suffer the children!" O hear His voice,

Let ev'ry heart leap forth and rejoice,
And let us freely make Him our choice:
Do not delay, but come. [Chorus]

3 Think once again, He’s with us today -

Heed now His blest commands, and obey;
Hear now His accents tenderly say,
"Will you, my children, come? [Chorus]

Down at the cross.

1 Down at the cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my sin was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
Glory to His name,
Glory to His name;
There to my sin was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
2 I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where He took me in;
Glory to His name.
3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to His name.
4 Come to this fountain so rich and sweet;
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete;
Glory to His name.

The call of reapers (ho Señor es mucha la lavor)

1 Far and near the fields are teeming
With the waves of ripened grain;
Far and near their gold is gleaming
O'er the sunny slope and plain.

Refrain
Lord of harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear us, Lord; to Thee we cry.
Send them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvest-time pass by.

2 Send them forth with morn's first beaming;

Send them in the noontide's glare;
When the sun's last rays are gleaming,
Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain

3 O thou whom thy Lord is sending,

Gather now the sheaves of gold;
Heav'nward then at evening wending,
Thou shalt come with joy untold. Refrain
At the cross.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Refrain
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—

And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay

The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.

Words: Isaac Watts (1707)