Have you been to the cross here the Lord Jesus suffered?
Have you been to Calvary?
Have you been to the place of redemption for sinners?
Have you been to Calvary?
Refrain
It was there on Calvary God’s dear Son lay down His life for you.
While there’s time, don’t delay; Place your faith in Christ Jesus.
Turn your eyes now to Calvary.
You can search, you can buy and try everything man-made,
But it can not satisfy:
It is Christ, only Christ who gives life more abundant,
and he calls from Calvary.
While the Spirit’s clear voice can be heard softly pleading,
Give your life to Jesus now:
Trusting faith is the way to have life everlasting,
And He calls from Calvary.
Refrain
He is born, the holy Child,
Play the oboe and bagpipes merrily!
He is born, the holy Child,
Sing we all of the Savior mild.
1. Through long ages of the past,
Prophets have betold His coming;
Through long ages of the past,
Now the time has come at last!
2. O how lovely, O how pure
Is this perfect Child of heaven;
O how lovely, O how pure
Gracious gift of God to man!
3. Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Coming as a Child among us,
Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Grant to us Thy heavenly peace.
He Is Lord; He Is Lord
He Has Risen From The Dead
And He Is Lord,
Every Knee Shall Bow,
Every Tongue Confess
That Jesus Christ Is Lord.
He’s My Lord, He’s My Lord
He Has Risen From The Dead
And He’s My Lord
Yes, My Knee Shall Bow
And My Tongue Confess
That Jesus Christ Is Lord.
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.