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At the Cross

Alas and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such as worm as I?


At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw theh light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away!
It was there by faith
I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree.

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in
When Christ, the mighty maker died
For man, the creature's, sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulkness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

Lyrigs: Isaac Watts; refrain Ralph E. Hudson
Music: Ralph E. Hudson 

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