Songs
NO. 65: GOD BE WITH YOU TILL WE
MEET AGAIN
NO. 341: TO GOD BE THE GLORY
To God be the glory, great things He hath done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.
God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you;
God be with you till we meet again.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
let the earth hear His voice;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, let the people rejoice;
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory great things He hath done.
Refrain
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.
God be with you till we meet again;
‘Neath His wings securely hide you;
Daily manna still provide you;
God be with you till we meet again.
Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer and higher, and greater will be,
Our wonder our transport, when Jesus we see.
God be with you till we meet again;
When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again.
NO. 530: IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love’s banner floating over you,
Strike death’s threatening wave before you;
God be with you till we meet again.
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like see billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well, It is well, with my soul, with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, O the joy 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 my 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.
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