What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bare.
What a privelage to carry,
Everything to GOD
in prayer.
And I'll cherish
The Old Rugged Cross
Til my trophies at last, I lay down;
I will cling to To The Old Rugged Cross,
And exchange it someday, for a crown.
Then sings my soul, my Savior GOD to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, my Savior GOD to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.