101 – 200 Archive
1 Jesus walked this lonesome valley; He had to walk it by Himself. O nobody else could walk it for Him. He had to walk it by Himself. 2 I must go and stand my trial. I have to stand it by myself. …
1 Tell me the story of Jesus, Write on my heart every word. Tell me the story most precious, Sweetest that ever was heard. Tell how the angels in chorus, Sang as they welcomed His birth. “Glory to God in the highest! Peace …
1 Prince of Peace, control my will, Bid this struggling heart be still; Bid my fears and doubtings cease, Hush my spirit into peace. 2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, Opened wide the gate to God; Peace, I ask, but peace …
1 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. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my …
1 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. 2 See, from His head, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’er …
1 O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! 2 …
1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye who feel the tempter’s power Your Redeemer’s conflict see. Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away; Learn from Jesus Christ to pray. 2 See Him at the judgment hall, Beaten, bound, reviled, …
1 Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble. Were you there when they crucified my Lord? 2 Were you there when they nailed Him to …
1 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. Refrain So I’ll cherish the old rugged …
1 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry; O Savior meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; O Christ, Thy triumphs …