“His Eye Is On The Sparrow” Why should | feel discouraged, Why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely; And long for heaven and home. When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He; His Eye Is On the Sparrow; And| know He watches over me. | sing because | happy, | sing because I'm free; His eye is on the sparrow and | know he watches over me. Let not your heart be troubled, His tender word | hear, And resting on His goodness, | lose my doubts and fears; Though by the path He leadeth; But one step | may see; His Eye Is On the Sparrow; And | know He watches over me. | sing because | happy, | sing because !|’m free; His eye is on the sparrow and | know he watches over me. Whenever| am tempted, Whenever clouds arise, When song give place to sighing; When hope within me dies, | draw closer to Him, From care He sets me free: His Eye Is On the Sparrow; And / know He watches over me. | sing because | happy, | sing because I'm free; His eye is on the sparrow and ! know he watches over me. “Don't Cry for Me” Here we are again; That old, familiar place Where the wind will blow; No one ever knows the time or space Don't cry for me, Don't shed a tear The time I shared with you will always be; And when I'm gone, Please carry on, Don't cry for me No one is the blame, My death was meant to be; Don't carry guilt or shame The reason I came soon you'll see Don't cry for me; Don't shed a tear The time I shared with you will always be; And when I'm gone; Please carry on Don't cry for me Don't cry; When life is not the joy it should be With life comes pain; Soon in time, we'll lead each course appointed And you will be rewarded; And all the world will see Don't cry for me; Don't shed a tear; The time I shared with you will always be And when I'm gone; Please carry on; Don't cry for me We'll always be; Don't cry for me “Precious Lord” Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, Iam weak, Iam worn; Thru the storm, thru the night, Lead me on to the fight, Take my hand, prectous Lord, Lead me home. When my way grows drear, precious Lord, finger near, When my life is almost gone, Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest I fall; Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home. Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, Iam weak, Iam worn; Thru the storm, thru the night, Lead me on to the fight, Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home. When the darkness appears and the night draws near, And the day is past and gone, At the river I stand, Guide my feet, hold my hand, Take my hand, precious Lord, fead me home.