A Gospel Medley

9 9 -10 9
8 7 7 -6

6 7 8 7
9 8 -8

9 9 -10 9
8 7 7 -6

6 7 8 -8
7 -7 7

-7 7 -8 -8
-8 -8 7 -7 7

7 -7 -6 -6
-6 7 -7 -6 6

6 7 8 8
8 8 -9 8 -6

-9 -9 8 -8
7 6 -7 -8 7

6 6 7 8

-8 7 -7 7
-6 6

7 7 -7 -4

-5 -6 6 5

6 6 7 8

-8 7 -7 7
-6 6

7 -7 7 -8

8 -9 -7 7

What a friend we have in Je-sus,

All our sins and griefs to bear,

What a priv-i-ledge to car-ry,

Ev’ry thing to God in prayer.

So I cher-ish the old rugg-ed cross,

Till my troph-ies at last I lay down,

I will cling to the old rugg-ed cross,

And ex-change it some day for a crown.

Then sings my soul,

My sav-iour God to thee,

How great thou art,

How great thou art,

Then sings my soul,

My sav-iour God to thee,

How great thou art,

How great thou art.