What a Friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bare
What a privilege to carry 
Everything to God in prayer

And I'll cherish the old rugged cross
'Til 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