The Song Poem


What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our grief and sins he'll bear.
If we follow life's railway to heaven.
We will surely find him there.

You will feel amazing grace,
When you look upon His holy face.
So pass me not,  oh gentle saviour
Pleas hear my humble cry.

I can hear you Father calling,
While on that Old Rugged Cross you die.


By Gloria Collins