Letras:
Alan Jackson Precious Memories

: 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.

: I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story, Because I know 'tis true;

I've proved him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust him more! I'm so glad I learned to trust thee, Precious Jesus, Savior

: Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed

: What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit

: O soul are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see? There's light for a look at the Saviour, And life more abundant and free: Chorus

: On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of

: If I survey all the good things that come to me from above If I count all the blessings from the storehouse of love I'd simply ask for the favor of

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed