My Sins Rose as High as a Mountain

1 I’ve heard of a Savior whose love was so strong,
He loved a poor sinner like me;
He turned His back on the glorified throng,
To save a poor sinner like me.
The angels they sang Him from glory,
I’m glad that they told me the story;
He came from on high to suffer and die,
To save a poor sinner like me.

Refrain:
My sins rose as high as a mountain,
They all disappeared in the Fountain;
He put my name down for a palace and crown,
O bless His dear name, I am free.

2 This wonderful Savior took such a low place,
To save a poor sinner like me;
His hear to’erflowing with wondrous grace,
To save a poor sinner like me.
Was born in a stable and manger,
In His own world was a stranger,
With all things did part to win my hard heart,
And save a poor sinner like me. [Refrain]

3 This Jesus had now here to lay His head,
To save a poor sinner like me;
He was a Lamb to the slaughter led,
To save a poor sinner like me.
Midst darkness my Savior is dying,
“’Tis finished!” I hear Jesus crying;
My soul may go free, He died on the tree,
To save a poor sinner like me. [Refrain]

4 This God of all grace is waiting here now,
To save a poor sinner like you;
Come as you are, at the mercy-seat bow,
He’ll save a poor sinner like you.
Your life may be all rebellion,
Still you may have this salvation;
Back slider as well, I’m so glad to tell,
He’ll save a poor sinner like you. [Refrain]

Source: The Joy Bells of Canaan or Burning Bush Songs No. 2 #92

• MIDI file from The Joy Bells of Canaan or Burning Bush Songs No. 2 #92