At the Cross {Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1707. Composer: Ralph Hudson.}
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the 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!
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the 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!
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the 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!
For the Preaching of the Cross is to them that are Perishing Foolishness;
But to us which are Being Saved it is the Power of God. (1Cor.1:18)
For the Preaching of the Cross is to them that are Perishing Foolishness;
But to us which are Being Saved it is the Power of God. (1Cor.1:18)
Amen to that Kitty Mittens.