Fanny Crosby - Blessed assurnce

^CBles-sed as-sur-ance, ^FJe-sus is ^Cmine! ^CO what a fore-^Gtaste of ^Dglo-ry di-^Gvine^G7! ^CHeir of sal-va-tion, ^Fpur-chase of ^CGod, ^CBorn of his ^DmSpi-rit, ^Gwashed in ^G7his ^Cblood.

^CThis is my sto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^FSav-ior ^Gall the day lon^G7g; ^G7This is my ^Csto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^DmSav-ior ^Gall the day ^Clong.

^CPer-fect sub-mis-sion, ^Fper-fect ^Cde-light, ^CVis-ions of rap-^Gture now ^Dburst on my ^Gsight^G7; ^CAn-gels de-scen-ding ^Fbring from a-^Cbove, ^CEch-oes of ^Dmmer-cy, ^Gwhis-pers of ^Clove.

^CThis is my sto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^FSav-ior ^Gall the day lon^G7g; ^G7This is my ^Csto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^DmSav-ior ^Gall the day ^Clong.

^CPer-fect sub-mis-sion, ^Fall is at ^Crest; ^CI in my Sav-^Gior am ^Dhap-py and ^Gblesse^G7d, ^CWatch-ing and wait-ing, ^Flook-ing a-^Cbove, ^CFilled with his ^Dmgood-ness, ^Glost in his ^Clove.

^CThis is my sto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^FSav-ior ^Gall the day lon^G7g; ^G7This is my ^Csto-ry, ^Fthis is my ^Csong, ^CPrais-ing my ^DmSav-ior ^Gall the day ^Clong.