†ChristianEthics†original songs, thankyou to zahakiel
O how I praise Him, Savior and Friend! How can my praises ever find end? Through years unnumbered on Heaven's shore, My tongue shall praise Him forevermore.
Crown Him, Crown Him, Prophet and Priest and King.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me; Let me hiiiiide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood; From thy wounded side which flowed; Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure.
So I'll cling to the old, rugged Cross; Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old, rugged Cross; And exchange it some day for a crown.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound!  That saved a wretch like meeee...;  I once was lost, but now I'm found; Was blind, but now I seeee.
We're marching to Zion; Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Heavenly Zion; The beautiful City of God.
El Shaddai, El Shaddai; El-Elyon na Adonai; Age to age you're still the same; By the power of the Name...
On Christ the solid Rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand; All other ground is sinking sand.
Lea-ning, lea-ning; Safe and secure from all alarms; Lea-ning, lea-ning; Leaning on the Everlasting Arms.
I sing because I'm happy; I sing because I'm free; For His eye is on the sparrow; And I know He watches me.
Thy Savior is coming in tenderest love; To make up His jewels and bear them above; Oh, child, in thine anguish, despairing or dumb; Remember the message, "Hold fast till I come."
I am a poor wayfaring stranger; While traveling through this world of woe; Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger; In that bright world to which I go.
Lift up the trumpet, and loud let it ring; Yahshua is coming again; Cheer up, ye pilgrims, be joyful and sing; Yahshua is coming again!
King of my life, I crown Thee now; Thine shall the glory be; Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow; Lead me to Calvary.
The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie; In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by.
Hark, the voice of Yahshua calling; "Who will go and work today?; Fields are ripe and harvests waiting; Who will bear the sheaves away?"
Would you be free from the burden of sin?; There's power in the blood, power in the blood; Would you o'er evil a victory win?; There's wonderful power in the blood.
Yahshua never fails , Yahshua never fails; Heav'n and earth may pass away, But Yahshua never fails.
What will you do with Yahshua? Neutral you cannot be;  Someday your heart will be asking; "What will He do with me?
Be like Jesus, this my song; In the home and in the throng; Be like Jesus all day loooong; I would be like Jesus.
Blessed Calvary! Precious Calvary! 'Neath thy shadow I'll ever abide; Blessed Calvary! Precious Calvary! 'Twas there Yahshua suffered and died.
Turn your eyes upon Yahshua; Look full in His wonderful face; And the things of earth will grow strangely dim; In the light of His glory and grace.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
I sing the almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
All to Jesus I surrender, All to Him I freely give; I will ever love and trust Him, In His presence daily live.
I will sing the wondrous story Jesus loves me! this I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowrs before Thee, 
Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou biddst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemers praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace.
There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in my ear, The sweetest name on earth.
I have a song I love to sing, Since I have been redeemed, Of my Redeemer, Savior king, Since I have been redeemed.
What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Evrything to God in prayer! 
What Child is this, who laid to rest On Marys lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping?
Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, Just to know, Thus saith the Lord.
