Pray For Ian

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies


Jesus paid it all
All to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down
All down at Jesus’ feet.

-Elvina Hall