155 | Crown of Lifepage 156 | 157 |
Text: | From all that dwell below the skies |
Text: | Sweet is the work, my God, my King |
Text: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
Text: | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove |
Text: | There is a fountain filled with blood |
Text: | A charge to keep I have |
Text: | In every trying hour |