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Many Thoughts Stir My Heart

Author: Albert William Thomas Orsborn Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4163 First Line: Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone Refrain First Line: O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there! Lyrics: 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 Savior, 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. [Refrain] 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 Savior must fill; No other can take it, and none ever will. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: MOTHER MACHREE
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O the charm of the cross! How I love to be there

Author: Albert Orsborn (1886-1967) Hymnal: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #119 (1986) First Line: Many thoughts stir my heart as I ponder alone Lyrics: 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. Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ Atoning work Languages: English

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