I’ll Fly Away

Performed by: The Church of Greenville




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O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
‘Tis life and health and peace.

He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.

Oh God our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home.

Under the shadow of Your throne
Your saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Your arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting You are God,
To endless years the same.

Our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Oh be our Guide while troubles last,
And our eternal Home!

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer!

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge–
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In his arms he’ll take and shield thee;
Thou wilt find a solace there.

I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me.
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.

Refrain: Yes I’ll sing (yes, I’ll sing)
The wondrous story (the wondrous story)
Of the Christ (of the Christ)
Who died for me (who died for me)
Sing it with (sing it with)
The saints in glory (the saints in glory)
Gathered by (gathered by)
The crystal sea (the crystal sea).

I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.

I was bruised, but Jesus healed me;
Faint was I from many-a-fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.

Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s paths I often tread,
But the Savior still is with me;
By His hand I’m safely led.

He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

One there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end;

Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God;

When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;

O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas, forget too often
What a Friend we have above.

Thou art worthy, thou art worthy,
thou art worthy, oh Lord;
To receive glory, glory and honor,
glory and honor and power.
For Thou hast created, hast all things created,
for thou hast created all things;
And for Thy pleasure they are created. 
Thou art worthy oh, Lord.

Blest are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one,
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.

Blest is the favored house,
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

Thus when on Aaron’s head,
They poured the rich perfume;
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.

Thus when on heavenly hills,
The saints are blessed above;
Where joy, like morning dew, distills,
And all the air is love.

Faith is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our sight,
It pierces through the veil of sense,
And dwells in heav’nly light.

It sets times past in present view,
Brings distant prospects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

By faith we know the worlds were made
By God’s almighty word;
Abram, to unknown countries led,
By faith obeyed the Lord.

He sought a city fair and high,
Built by th’ eternal hands,
And faith assures us, though we die,
That heav’nly building stands.

Brethren, we have met to worship
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One comes down;
Let us pray that holy manna 
May be showered all around.

Look and see poor mourners ‘round you,
Fearing, trembling as they go,
Longing for a consolation;
Will you comfort them or no?
Let us tell them of the Savior,
Tell them that He will be found;
Let us pray that holy manna
May be showered all around.

Is there here a trembling jailor,
Seeking peace and filled with fears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Let us join our prayers to help them,
Let our faith and love abound.
Let us pray that holy manna
May be showered all around.

Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for mourners
Till their Savior they can view.
Then we’ll love them still the better,
Take them to our kind embrace,
Journey with them on to glory,
There to sing redeeming grace.

Jesus is all I wish or want,
For Him I pray, I thirst, I pant.
Let others after earth aspire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Possessed of Him, I ask no more,
He is an all-sufficient store;
To praise Him all my pow’rs conspire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

If He His smiling face but hide,
My soul no comfort has beside;
Distressed, I after Him inquire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

And while my heart is racked with pain,
Jesus appears and smiles again;
While should my Savior thus retire?
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Come humble souls and view his charms,
Take refuge in His loving arms,
And sing while you His worth admire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded,
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love for Thee.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my Battle shield, Sword for my fight;
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, and Thou my high Tow’r,
Raise Thou me heav’nward, oh Pow’r of my pow’r.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise;
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, oh bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.







Tempted and tried, we’re oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long;
While there are others living about us,
Never molested, though in the wrong.

Refrain: Farther along we’ll know all about it,
Farther along we’ll understand why;
Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,
We’ll understand it all by and by.

When death has taken our loved ones,
It leaves our home so lonely and drear,
Then do we wonder why others prosper,
Living so wicked year after year.

“Faithful till death,” said our loving Master;
A few more days to labor and wait;
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing,
As we sweep through the beautiful gate.

When we see Jesus coming in glory,
When He comes from His home in the sky,
Then we shall meet him in that bright mansion.
We’ll understand it all by and by.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need your presence every passing hour.
What but your grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

Hold now Thy Word before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heav’n’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Farewell vain world, I’m going home;
My Savior bids me come,
Sweet angels beckon from on high,
Then oh how sweet to die!

I’m glad that I am born to die,
From grief my soul shall fly,
Sweet angels beckon from on high,
Then oh how sweet to die!

I’ll praise my Savior while I’ve breath,
I’ll praise Him after death,
I’ll praise His matchless name on high.
Then oh how sweet to die!

I soon shall pass this vail of death,
When I shall lose my breath,
And then my happy soul shall fly.
Then oh how sweet to die!

Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Refrain: I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, hallelujah, by and by,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

When the shadows of this life have gone,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Just a few more weary days and then,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
To a land where joy shall never end,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Man of sorrows – what a name,
For the Son of God, who came,
Ruined sinners to reclaim:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned he stood,
Sealed my pardon with his blood:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was he,
Full atonement, can it be?
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished” was his cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

When he comes, our glorious King,
All his ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see his banners go!

Refrain: Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!

At the sign of triumph, Satan’s host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise!

Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod;
We are not divided; all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song;
Glory, laud, and honor, unto Christ the King;
This through countless ages men and angels sing.

Faith of our fathers! living still
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Our fathers chained in prisons dark
Were still in heart and conscience free.
How sweet would be their children’s fate
If they, like them, could die for thee.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers! we will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife;
And preach thee, too, as love knows how,
By kindly words and virtuous life:
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

How happy’s every child of grace,
Who feels his sins forgiven!
“This earth,” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight;
Yet, O! By faith I see,
A land of rest, the saints’ delight,
A heaven prepar’d for me.”

O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day:
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ conceal’d,
And with his glorious presence here,
Our longing hearts are fill’d.

When He shall more of heaven bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go,
To meet the God I love:
In rapturous awe on him I’ll gaze,
Who died to set me free,
And sing and shout redeeming grace,
In vast eternity.

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

Refrain: It is well (it is well),
With my soul (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.

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

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

Jesus is our great salvation,
Worthy of our best esteem;
He hath saved his favorite nation;
Christ alone could us redeem.

When involved in sin and ruin,
And no helper there was found,
Jesus our distress was viewing;
Grace did more than sin abound.

Free election known by calling,
Is a privilege divine;
Saints are kept from final falling;
All the glory Lord is thine!

Let us never Lord forget thee;
Make us walk as children here.
We will give thee all the glory,
And rejoice with holy fear.