What a Friend We Have in Jesus

                                  What a friend we have in Jesus

All our sins and griefs to bear

What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer

And 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

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art