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1 Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone;
Many places attract me with charms all their own;
But the thought of all thoughts is of Christ crucified,
The place of all places, the hill where he died.
Refrain:
O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there!
With the love that shines from it, what love can compare?
The seal of my ransom in Calvary I see,
All my sin, O my Saviour, laid upon thee!
2 ‘Tis the end of my sin and the source of all grace;
‘Tis the word of God’s love to a prodigal race;
‘Tis the greatest, the grandest gift God could impart,
Surpassing my reason but winning my heart.
3 For the sake of the Christ and the love of his cross
I have yielded my all and not reckoned it loss;
There’s a place in my heart which the Saviour must fill;
No other can take it, and none ever will.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone |
Author: | Albert Orsborn (1886-1967) |
Refrain First Line: | O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Atoning work |