On the traditional side,
"Whispering hope, "O how welcome thy voice, "Making my heart "In its sorrow rejoice."
I used to sing the descant while my Granddad sang the melody. He built a church for a small congregation once, because he got tired of their holding prayer meetings in Grandma's parlor. People thought he built it because he loved God, but I think it was more because he loved Grandma. And privacy.
On the non-traditional side, "When He Offers His Hand" by Townes Van Zandt.