Weak and wounded sinner Lost and left to die O, raise your head for love is passing by Come to Jesus Come to Jesus Come to Jesus and live Now your burden
Weak and wounded sinner Lost and left to die O, raise your head, for Love is passing by Come to Jesus Come to Jesus Come to Jesus and live! Now your
try and think of nice things to say or i might run away my ears are bleeding and my heart is worth swallowing i can run fast, you know i can i am aghast
Translation: Rice, Chris. Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus).
Translation: Rice, Chris. Untitiled Hymn.
Down here I'm talked about Lied upon, deceived a lot But I'm willing, oh, so willing A cross to bear One day I'm gonna walk about See the sun Talk about
slave is our brother And in His name All oppression shall cease With hymns of joy In grateful chorus Let every heart, adore His name O night divine, O night when Christ
divine Oh night, when christ was born Oh night divine Oh night, when christ was born [**a**] Oh night, when christ was born When christ was born [alternate
slave is our brother And in His name all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we Let all within us praise His holy name Christ
slave is our brother And in His name All oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy In grateful chorus raise me Let all within us Praise His holy name Christ
thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices Oh night divine, oh night when Christ
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
heard a hymn, some distant choir sang And with other tourists I walked along to a Church as its bells rang Then I heard someone tell someone, "There's where Christ
slave is our brother And in His name all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus, raise we Let all within us praise His Holy Name Christ
Holy harcore jesus christ Knocking our religious life Live by Crass, die by the sword We're punk rock servants of the lord You say that all you want is