Blest Be the Tie That Binds

Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love; the fellowship of kindred minds, is like to that above.

My Faith Looks Up to Thee

While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.

My Jesus I Love Thee

I love Thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow; If ever I love Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

Thus Far the Lord Has Led Me On

Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.

Marching to Zion

Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry; we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground to fairer worlds on high.