A Gospel Medley

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9   9   -10   9  
8   7   7   -6
6   7   8   7  
9   8   -8
9   9   -10   9  
8   7   7   -6
6   7   8   -8  
7   -7   7
-7   7   -8   -8  
-8   -8   7   -7   7
7   -7   -6   -6  
-6   7   -7   -6   6
6   7   8   8  
8   8   -9   8   -6
-9   -9   8   -8  
7   6   -7   -8   7
6   6   7   8
-8   7   -7   7  
-6   6
7   7   -7   -4
-5   -6   6   5
6   6   7   8
-8   7   -7   7  
-6   6
7   -7   7   -8
8   -9   -7   7
What a friend we have in Je-sus,
All our sins and griefs to bear,
What a priv-i-ledge to car-ry,
Ev'ry thing to God in prayer.
So I cher-ish the old rugg-ed cross,
Till my troph-ies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugg-ed cross,
And ex-change it some day for a crown.
Then sings my soul,
My sav-iour God to thee,
How great thou art,
How great thou art,
Then sings my soul, 
My sav-iour God to thee,
How great thou art,
How great thou art.