The Bible stands like a rock undaunted
'Mid the raging storms of time;
Its pages burn with the truth eternal, 
And they glow with a light sublime.

Chorus:
The Bible stands tho' the hills may tumble,
It will firmly stand when the earth shall crumble;
I will plant my feet on its firm foundation, 
For the Bible stands, 
The Bible stands.

Take the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe.
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where'er you go.
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of heaven;
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of heaven.

Make me a servant
Humble and meek
Lord let me lift up
Those who are weak
And may the prayer
Of my heart always be
Make me a servant
Make me a servant
Make me a servant today

Spread, O spread, almighty word,
spread the kingdom of the Lord,
where the breath of God has given
life to people meant for heaven.

Tell them how the Father's will
made the world, and keeps it still;
how his only Son he gave
all from sin and death to save.

Tell of our Redeemer's love,
who, for ever to remove
all the guilt that on us lies,
gave himself as sacrifice.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace, my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares
We have already come
'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun

Jesus, where'er your people meet,
there they behold your mercy seat;
where'er they seek you, you are found,
and ev'ry place is hallowed ground.

For you, within no walls confined,
are dwelling in the humble mind;
such ever bring you where they come,
and going, take you to their home.

Jesus, Savior, great Example,
Pattern of all purity,
I would follow in thy footsteps,
Daily growing more like thee.
More like thee, more like thee;
Savior, this my constant prayer shall be—
Day by day, where'er I stay,
Make me more and more like thee

Faith of the martyrs, living still
in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
whene’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of the martyrs, holy faith,
we will be true to thee till death.

The martyrs chained in prison cells
were still in heart and conscience free,
and bless’d would be their children’s fate
if they, like them, should die for thee!

The King of love my shepherd is, 
whose goodness faileth never. 
I nothing lack if I am his, 
and he is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow, 
my ransomed soul he leadeth; 
and where the verdant pastures grow, 
with food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, 
but yet in love he sought me; 
and on his shoulder gently laid, 
and home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill, 
with thee, dear Lord, beside me; 
thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight; 
thy unction grace bestoweth; 
and oh, what transport of delight 
from thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days, 
thy goodness faileth never; 
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise 
within thy house forever

He’s the shelter in my storm.
He’s the shade when I am worn.
He’s the shield in my grief
when there’s no relife
He’s the Shepherd of my soul

Bless the Lord, O bless the Lord.
Bless the Shepherd of my soul.
In the pasture sweet, in the valley deep,
bless the Shepherd of my soul.

He receives me when I call.
He restores me when I fall.
He pursues when I sin,
though I’ve fled from Him.
He’s the Shepherd of my soul.
He’s the Lamb whose blood was shed.
He’s the lifter of my head.
He rewards me with rest—
first in life, then death;
He’s the Shepherd of my soul.