Like A Mighty Oak by Robert K. Lewis

Just like an acorn,
God's Word is like a seed,
Planted with prayer,
For someone in need,
It will flourish and grow,
Like a mighty towering tree.
God's mighty Word will save,
As from sin we are set free.

Youth is so very fickle,
And oddly brash sometimes.
And a few will always,
Get involved in crime.
Great or small troubles,
Both kinds are not so fine,
Youth needs Oaken mentors,
Who will give them godly time.

Just like an acorn,
God's Word is like a seed,
Planted with prayer,
For someone in need,
It will flourish and grow,
Like a mighty towering tree.
God's mighty Word will save,
As from sin we are set free.

Midlife is quite the wonder,
Some Oaks have grown tall,
But some have been infected,
Some have rotted to a fall,
Some are raising Godly family,
They have answered Gods call.
Worship of their Master,
Is their oaken all-in-all.

Just like an acorn,
God's Word is like a seed,
Planted with prayer,
For someone in need,
It will flourish and grow,
Like a mighty towering tree.
God's mighty Word will save,
As from sin we are set free.

The mighty oak is grown old,
But is a wonderful sight,
It provides great direction,
To those in the woods of life,
Time will bring its timely end,
The sawmill will cure it right,
But even after the Oaks harvest,
Gods man still sheds great light.

Just like an acorn,
God's Word is like a seed,
Planted with prayer,
For someone in need,
It will flourish and grow,
Like a mighty towering tree.
God's mighty Word will save,
As from sin we are set free.

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Get Up, Go Out by Robert K. Lewis

If you're busy, busy, busy,
Slowing down might be the best.
When you're busy, busy, busy,
You might need a healthy rest.
You might visit your recliner,
And open up that sacred book.
While resting up in your recliner,
Inside that Bible take a look.

Get up and tend to what you should.
Go out and save some lost soul.
It is a warriors sacred duty,
To increase our great Kings fold.

Jesus wants you to be ready,
You may need to preach the Word.
You can read to become ready,
So the Gospel can be heard.
You know someone needing wisdom,
You must handle right God's sword.
Needy souls need God's great wisdom,
That pierces hearts like Lion's roars.

Get up and tend to what you should.
Go out and save some lost soul.
It is a warriors sacred duty,
To increase our great Kings fold.

Jesus died and cast off death,
So tell the lost the story bold.
How Jesus paid our debt with death,
You know this story must be told.
Salvation is a wondrous blessing,
It makes eternity so right.
You witnessing becomes a blessing,
It shows God's Word all day and night.

Get up and tend to what you should.
Go out and save some lost soul.
It is a warriors sacred duty,
To increase our great Kings fold.

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Escorted By Angels by Robert K. Lewis

Escorted by angels,
We will go far away.
Where are you going?
Can you even say?
You must find the truth,
This isn't game play!
You will meet Jesus,
It could be today.

I don't know what you're thinking,
When the Gospel is preached.
But you really should listen,
God's Words are a treat.
If you will just listen,
God can make you complete.
You will soon meet Jesus,
And it could be today.

Where are you going?
Can you even say?
You must find the truth,
This isn't game play!
You will meet Jesus,
It could be today.

I don't know where you're going,
Though you sure hurry along.
Avoiding God's Message,
Should seem to you wrong.
The reapers are busy,
Using preaching and songs.
You will soon meet Jesus,
Your chance could be gone.

Where are you going?
Can you even say?
You must find the truth,
This isn't game play!
You will meet Jesus,
It could be today.

There are two resurrections,
One to life, one to death.
With one you'll find peace,
With one there's no rest.
The path that you're taking,
Is life's greatest test.
You will soon meet Jesus,
I wish you the best.

Where are you going?
Can you even say?
You must find the truth,
This isn't game play!
You will meet Jesus,
It could be today.

Jesus is living, you must believe,
For eternal life, He is the key.
So trust Jesus, our glorious King,
His words of life, will set you free.
From earth's dismal wreckage,
From earth's sins you must flee.
Then spread light in the darkness,
A reaper of souls is what you can be.

Where are you going?
Can you even say?
You must find the truth,
This isn't game play!
You will meet Jesus,
It could be today.

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Jesu, Accept The Grateful Song by Charles Wesley

Jesu, accept the grateful song, My wisdom, and my might,
’Tis Thou hast loosed the stammering tongue,
And taught my hands to fight.

Thou, Jesus, Thou my mouth hast been;
The weapons of Thy war,
Mighty thro’ Thee, I pull down sin,
And all Thy truth declare.

Not without Thee, my Lord, I am
Come up unto this place,
Thy Spirit bad me preach Thy name,
And trumpet forth Thy praise.

Thy Spirit gave me utterance now,
My soul with strength endued,
Hardened to adamant my brow,
And armed my heart with God.

Thy powerful hand in all I see,
Thy wondrous workings own,
Glory, and strength and praise to Thee
Ascribe, and Thee alone.

Gladly I own the promise true
To all whom Thou dost send,
"Behold, I always am with you,
Your Savior to the end!"

Amen, amen, my God and Lord,
If Thou art with me still,
I still shall speak the Gospel word,
My ministry fulfill.

Thee I shall constantly proclaim,
Though earth and hell oppose,
Bold to confess Thy glorious name
Before a world of foes.

Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners giv’n;
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to Heav’n.

Balm into wounded souls it pours,
And heals the sin sick mind;
It hearing to the deaf restores,
And eyesight to the blind.

Jesus! the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Power into strengthless hands it speaks,
And life into the dead.

O that the world might taste, and see
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.

O that my Jesu’s heav’nly charms
Might every bosom move!
Fly, sinners, fly into those arms
Of everlasting love.

The Lover of your souls is near,
Him I to you commend,
Joyful the Bridegroom’s voice to hear,
Who calls a worm His friend.

He hath the Bride, and He alone,
Almighty to redeem,
I only make His mercies known,
I send you all to Him.

Sinners, behold the Lamb of God,
On Him your spirits stay;
He bears the universal load,
He takes your sins away.

His only righteousness I show,
His saving grace proclaim;
’Tis all my business here below
To cry "Behold the Lamb!"

For this a suffering life I live,
And reckon all things loss;
For Him my strength, my all I give,
And glory in His cross.

I spend myself, that you may know
The Lord, our righteousness;
That Christ in you may live and grow,
I joyfully decrease.

Glad I hasten to decay,
My life I freely spend,
And languish for the welcome day,
When all my toil shall end.

Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name,
Preach Him to all and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"

Google AI: "Jesu" (pronounced Je-zoo or Je-zu) is an archaic, poetic form of "Jesus" used in hymns, derived primarily from Latin and Greek vocative cases used for direct address. Often signaling a shift to intimate, affectionate, or reverent address rather than simple narration, it was heavily used in Medieval and Early Modern English devotion.

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The Riven Rock by Mary D. James

Behold the Rock, the smitten Rock!
Within its rifted side
I've found a blessed refuge,
WhereI may securely hide.

O, the Rock, the Rock, the Riven Rock!
My Saviour crucified;
No other shelter is secure
But Jesus' wounded side.

Tho' thund'ring Sinai's terrors sound
Appalling to the ear,
Concealed within the cleft, I'm safe:
No danger will I fear.

O, the Rock, the Rock, the Riven Rock!
My Saviour crucified;
No other shelter is secure
But Jesus' wounded side.

Jesus dear refuge of my soul!
My hope, my joy, my rest;
Confiding in Thy changeless love,
I am supremely blest.

O, the Rock, the Rock, the Riven Rock!
My Saviour crucified;
No other shelter is secure
But Jesus' wounded side.

My peace, unbroken by life's storms,
While I in Christ abide,
My spirit rests in sweetest calm,
As in the Cleft I hide.

O, the Rock, the Rock, the Riven Rock!
My Saviour crucified;
No other shelter is secure
But Jesus' wounded side.

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O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be by Peter Abelard

O what their joy and their glory must be,
Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blessed.

What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
Tell us, ye blest ones, that in it have share,
If what ye feel ye can fully declare!

Truly, "Jerusalem" name we that shore,
"Vision of Peace" that brings joy evermore;
Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne’er;
Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer.

We, where no troubles distraction can bring,
We the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing:
While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
Thy blessèd people evermore raise.

There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er,
Those Sabbath keepers have one, and no more;
One and unending is that triumph song
Which to the angels and us shall belong.

Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
We for that country must yearn and must sigh;
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand.

Low before Him with our praises we fall,
Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all;
Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son,
Through whom, the Spirit, with These ever One.

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O Thou Fount Of Every Blessing by Robert Robinson

O Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove;
While the hope of endless glory,
Fills my heart with joy and love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer:
Hither by Thy help I've come;
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Never let me wander from Thee,
Never leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

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Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus by Robert Lowry

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 precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

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My Jesus, I Love Thee by William R. Featherston

My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine;
for thee all the follies of sin I resign;
my gracious Redeemer, my Savior art thou;
if ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I love thee because thou hast first loved me
and purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree;
I love thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow;
if ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I'll love thee in life, I will love thee in death,
and praise thee as long as thou lendest me breath,
and say when the deathdew lies cold on my brow:
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I'll ever adore thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow:
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

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Joy In My Heart [I've Got Joy, Joy, Joy In My Heart] by Anonymous

I’ve got the joy, joy, joy,
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart!
Where?
Down in my heart!
I’ve got the joy, joy, joy,
Down in my heart
Down in my heart to stay

And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart
Down in my heart.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart.

I have the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart!
Where?
Down in my heart!
I have the peace that passes understanding
Down in my heart
Down in my heart to stay

And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart
Down in my heart.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart.

I’ve got the love of Jesus, love of Jesus
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart!
Where?
Down in my heart!
I’ve got the love of Jesus, love of Jesus
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart to stay.

And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart
Down in my heart.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart.

For there is therefore now no condemnation
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart!
Where?
Down in my heart!
For there is therefore now no condemnation
Down in my heart
Where?
Down in my heart to stay.

And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart
Down in my heart.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart.

And if the Devil doesn’t like it
He can sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack!
And if the Devil doesn’t like it
He can sit on a tack!
Ouch!
Sit on a tack to stay!

And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart
Down in my heart.
And I’m so happy, so very happy
I’ve got the love of Jesus in my heart.

I’ve got the wonderful love of my blessed Redeemer
Deep down in the depths of my heart.
Where?
Down in the depths of my heart!
Where?
Down in the depths of my heart!
I’ve got the wonderful love of my blessed Redeemer
Deep down in the depths of my heart.
Where?
Down in the depths of my heart to stay!

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It Is Well With My Soul by H. G. Spafford

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like a sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin— oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
My sin— not in part but in whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul.

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumph shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"— it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

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I Surrender All by Judson W. Van De Venter

All to Jesus I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow;
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me Jesus, take me now.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.

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I Need Thee Every Hour by Annie Sherwood Hawks

I need thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee!
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour,
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee!
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly, and abide,
Or life is vain.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee!
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to thee.

I need thee every hour;
Teach me thy will,
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee!
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to thee.

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The Old Rugged Cross by George Bennard

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish 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.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish 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.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish 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.

To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then he'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where his glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish 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.

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I Love To Tell The Story by Katherine Hankey

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know 'tis true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story;
'Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

I love to tell the story;
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,
It did so much for me;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story;
'Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

I love to tell the story;
'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own holy Word.

I love to tell the story;
'Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

I love to tell the story,
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
'Twill be the old, old story
That I have loved so long.

I love to tell the story;
'Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

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I Know He Is Mine by P. P. Bilhorn

My heart was not right in my dear Savior's sight,
I knew not the peace all sublime;
I came to His side,
And His blood was applied,
Hallelujah, I know He is mine!

I know He is mine,
Yes I know He is mine
I'll doubt him no longer,
I know He is mine.

My soul was distrest, with its sorrow oppressed,
Till Jesus my Savior I found,
But now He's my theme,
While His word keeps me clean,
Hallelujah, His grace doth abound!

I know He is mine,
Yes I know He is mine
I'll doubt him no longer,
I know He is mine.

I walk in the light of His presence so bright,
His love makes my heaven below;
I'll sing of His grace
Till I see his dear face
With the dear ones washed whiter than snow.

I know He is mine,
Yes I know He is mine
I'll doubt him no longer,
I know He is mine.

And there evermore I'll my Savior adore,
Give praise to His power divine,
I'll fall at His feet
And the story repeat,
Hallelujah, I know He is mine!

I know He is mine,
Yes I know He is mine
I'll doubt him no longer,
I know He is mine.

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He Arose by George Hugg

Lowly entombed He lay,
My blessèd Savior;
Waiting the promised day,
My precious Lord.

Up from the tomb He arose!
And in triumph,
Vanquished all His foes;
He arose a victor
O’er the realms of night;
And He reigns forever
With His saints in light,
He arose (He arose),
He arose (He arose),
Victor over all His foes.

Vainly they watch Him now,
My blessèd Savior;
Surely He’ll keep His vow,
My precious Lord.

Up from the tomb He arose!
And in triumph,
Vanquished all His foes;
He arose a victor
O’er the realms of night;
And He reigns forever
With His saints in light,
He arose (He arose),
He arose (He arose),
Victor over all His foes.

Bursting the seal, He rose,
My blessèd Savior;
Scatt’ring His armèd foes,
My precious Lord.

Up from the tomb He arose!
And in triumph,
Vanquished all His foes;
He arose a victor
O’er the realms of night;
And He reigns forever
With His saints in light,
He arose (He arose),
He arose (He arose),
Victor over all His foes.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by George Hugg and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by Mureka.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Christ Arose! by Robert Lowry

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior,
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Robert Lowry and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by Mureka.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Are You Washed In The Blood? by Elisha A. Hoffman

Have you been to Jesus
For the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you walking daily
By the Savior’s side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

When the Bridegroom cometh
Will your robes be white?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Lay aside the garments
That are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;
There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,
O be washed in the blood of the Lamb!

Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Elisha A. Hoffman and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by Mureka.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

O, Fear Not The Future! by A. E. Abel

O, fear not the future! ’Tis hidden in love,
But known to Thy Savior who reigneth above;
The path for thy steps He Himself doth prepare,
And the light of His presence shall go with thee there.

O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there!
The glories before thee no tongue can declare;
Go forward with Jesus; He knoweth the way
To mansions prepared for the children of day.

O, fear not the future! Thou art not alone;
He who died for His sheep ne’er forsaketh His own;
E’en thro’ the dark valley no ill can betide,
For Jehovah will be thy companion and guide.

O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there!
The glories before thee no tongue can declare;
Go forward with Jesus; He knoweth the way
To mansions prepared for the children of day.

O, fear not the future! What hast thou to fear?
Thy foes are all vanquished, thy captain is near;
His grace is sufficient; His promises sure;
And the arms underneath thee for aye shall endure.

O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there!
The glories before thee no tongue can declare;
Go forward with Jesus; He knoweth the way
To mansions prepared for the children of day.

O, fear not the future! The trials that come
Are sent to prepare thee for service and home;
Rich gains are thy losses, swift wings are thy sighs,
And thy tears shall bring visions of joy to thine eyes.

O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there!
The glories before thee no tongue can declare;
Go forward with Jesus; He knoweth the way
To mansions prepared for the children of day.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by A. E. Abel and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.