Years I Spent in Vanity and Pride Carla D Pryce 2024-08-15 | Years I spent in vanity and pride,Caring not my Lord was crucified,Knowing not it was for me He died on Calvary.Refrain:Mercy there was great and grace was free,Pardon there was multiplied to me,There my burdened soul found liberty–At Calvary.2 By God's Word at last my sin I learned–Then I trembled at the Law I'd spurned,Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary. [Refrain]3 Now I've giv'n to Jesus ev'rything,Now I gladly own Him as my King,Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary. [Refrain]4 O the love that drew salvation's plan!O the grace that brought it down to man!O the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary. [Refrain]
Some Glad Morning We Shall Jesus In The Air Carla D Pryce 2024-07-25 | Some glad morning we shall see, Jesus in the airComing after you and me, joy is ours to shareWhat rejoicing there will be, when the saints shall riseHeaded for that jubilee, yonder in the skiesOh what singing, oh what shoutingOn that happy morning when we all shall riseOh what glory, HallelujahWhen we meet our blessed Savior in the skiesSeems that now I almost see, all the sainted deadRising for that jubilee, that is just aheadIn the twinkling of an eye, changed with them to beAll the living saints to fly, to that jubilee.Oh what singing, oh what shoutingOn that happy morning when we all shall riseOh what glory, HallelujahWhen we meet our blessed Savior in the skiesWhen with all that heavenly host, we begin to singSinging in the Holy Ghost, how the heavens will ringMillions there will join the song, with them we shall bePraising Christ through ages long, heaven's jubilee.Oh what singing, oh what shoutingOn that happy morning when we all shall riseOh what glory, HallelujahWhen we meet our blessed Savior in the skiesSource: LyricFind
90 Minutes of Old Gospel hymns|| Pentecostal Oldies Carla D Pryce 2024-07-21 | #pentecostaloldies #gospel #spiritualsongsandhymns ##oldtimegospel
Life is like a Mountain Railroad Carla D Pryce 2024-05-25 | Life is like a mountain railwayWith an engineer that's braveWe must make this run successfulFrom the cradle to the graveWatch the curves, the fills, and tunnelsNever falter, never failKeep your hand upon the throttleAnd your eyes upon the railBlessed Savior, Thou will guide usTill we reach that blissful shoreWhere the angels wait to join usIn Thy praise forevermoreYou will roll up grades of trialyou will cross the bridge of strifeSee that Christ is your Conductoron this lightning train of lifeAlways mindful of obstruction,do your duty, never failKeep your hand upon the throttle,and your eyes upon the railBlessed Savior, Thou will guide usTil we reach that blissful shoreWhere the angels wait to join usIn Thy praise forevermoreAs you roll across the trestle,spanning Jordan's swelling tideYou behold the Union Depotinto which your train will glideThere you'll meet the Superintendent,God the Father, God the SonWith the hearty, joyous, plaudit,Weary pilgrim, welcome home!Blessed Savior, Thou will guide usTill we reach that blissful shoreWhere the angels wait to join usIn Thy praise forevermoreWhere the angels wait to join usIn Thy praise forevermore
Carla D Pryce is live! Carla D Pryce 2024-05-23 | St. Luke 1: 37For with God nothing shall be impossible.
1 Hour Of Beautiful Hymns and Songs of Old|| Pentecostal Oldies Carla D Pryce 2024-04-06 | #hymns #pentecostalsongs#oldraggedcross#spiritualsongs#redemptionsongs#1hourofhymnsandspiritualsongsOn a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,The emblem of suff'ring and shame;And I love that old cross where the Dearest and BestFor a world of lost sinners was slain.So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,Till my trophies at last I lay down;I will cling to the old rugged cross,And exchange it someday for a crown.Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,Has a wondrous attraction for me;For the dear Lamb of God left His glory aboveTo bear it to dark Calvary.So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,Till my trophies at last I lay down;I will cling to the old rugged cross,And exchange it someday for a crownIn that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,A wondrous beauty I see,For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,To pardon and sanctify me.So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,Till my trophies at last I lay down;I will cling to the old rugged cross,And exchange it someday for a crownTo the old rugged cross I will ever be true;Its shame and reproach gladly bear;Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,Where His glory forever I'll share.So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,Till my trophies at last I lay down;I will cling to the old rugged cross,And exchange it someday for a crown
Lord Wash Me and I Shall Be Whiter Than Snow Carla D Pryce 2024-02-12 | Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,I want Thee forever to live in my soul;Break down every idol, cast out every foe;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Whiter than snow; yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.2Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain;To get this blest cleansing I all things forego;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.3Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,And help me to make a complete sacrifice;I give up myself and whatever I know;Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
