Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?

We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.

If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.