Stand up, stand up for Jesus!

ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss
From victry unto victry, His army shall He lead
Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.
Stand up, stand up for Jesus! The trumpet call obey:
Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day;
Ye who are men now serve Him against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength
oppose.
Stand up, stand up for Jesus! Stand in His strength alone,
The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own;
Put on the gospel armor, each piece put on with prayer,
Where duty calls or danger, be never wanting there.
Stand up, stand up for Jesus! the strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle, the next the victors song;
To him who overcometh a crown of life shall be;
He with the King of glory shall reign eternally.
Stand up, stand up for Jesus! ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss
From victry unto victry, His army shall He lead
Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, in the day or the 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, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Riches I heed not, nor mans empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, through all my days
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, when the battle is done,
Grant Heavens joys to me, O bright Heavens Sun!
Christ my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,

Just to take him at his word;
Just to rest upon his promise,
Just to know, He is the Lord.
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust You!
How I've proved You o'er and o'er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust You more!
Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust You!
How I've proved You o'er and o'er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust You more!
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust You!
How I've proved You o'er and o'er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust You more!
O for grace to trust You more!
You give me grace to trust You more!

My Jesus I love Thee, I know Thou art mine

For Thee all the follies of sin I resign
My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou
If ever I loved Thee my Jesus 'tis now
I love Thee because Thou has first loved me
And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow
If ever I loved Thee my Jesus 'tis now
My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou
If ever I loved Thee my Jesus 'tis now
In mansions of glory and endless delight
I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow
If ever I loved Thee my Jesus 'tis now