I Can Sing Now the Song
I can sing now the song
Of the blood-ransomed throng
In my soul there is peace, rest and calm;
I am free from all doubt,
And I join in the shout,
I’m redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
Refrain
I’m redeemed, I’m redeemed,
Jesus saves me and keeps me just now,
Hallelujah, And I join with the throng round the throne
In the song, I’m redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
Oh! I know I’m alive
In the Lord, and I strive
Unto blood with the sin that would damn;
As I walk in the light
There is strength for the fight,
I’m redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
I have grace for the day,
I have help for the way,
There is healing and comforting balm;
For my sickness there’s health,
For my poverty wealth,
I’m redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
In the storm and in the night,
In the midst of the flight
Jesus puts in my hand vict’ry’s palm;
Overcoming all foes,
In the Lord I repose,
I’m redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
I come to the garden alone
1. I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
2. He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
3. I’d stay in the garden with Him
Tho’ the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go; thro’ the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.
I Could Not Do Without Thee
I could not do without Thee, O Savior of the lost.
Whose precious blood redeemed me, At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness ,Thy pardon, Thy precious blood must be
My only hope and comfort, My glory and my plea
I could not do without Thee; I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, beloved Savior, Art All in all to me.
And perfect strength in weakness Is theirs who I lean on Thee.
I could not do without Thee! No other friend can read
The spirit’s strange deep longings, Interpreting its need;
No human heart could enter, Each dim recess of mine,
And soothe, and hush, and calm it. O blessed Lord but Thine
I could not do without Thee, For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneness, The river must be passed;
But Thou wilt never leave me, And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me, And whisper; “It is I.” Amen.