Hymn

When I was young

I learned to sing

In a tiny church

On Hickory Lane

The old piano

Played the chords

While my church family

Praised the Lord

At the Cross

Amazing Grace

How Great thou Art

Jesus Saves

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow

An octave high

an octave low

When I ran away

With new songs to sing

I’d find myself

Just wondering

Where is the soul

I knew before

It’s missing on

This radio

At the Cross

Amazing Grace

How Great thou Art

Jesus Saves

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow

An octave high

an octave low

At the Cross

Amazing Grace

How Great thou Art

Jesus Saves

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow

An octave high

an octave low

An octave high

An octave low