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At The Cross

Key - C

Verse 1

as! and did my Savior bleed and di

d my Sov

ereign d

ie?

ould He devote that sacred head for si

nners su

ch as

Verse 2

as it for crimes that I had done he g

roaned upo

n the tr

ee?

azing pity! grace unknown! And lo

ve beyo

nd degre

Chorus

At th

e cross, at the cross where I fir

st saw the light,

And the b

urden of my heart rolled a

way,

It was t

here by faith I rece

ived my sight,

And no

w I am h

appy all the d

ay!

Verse 3

ell might the sun in darkness hide and

shut his gl

ories i

hen Christ, the mighty Maker died, for m

an the cre

ature's si

Verse 4

But dr

ops of grief can ne'er repay the de

bt of lo

ve I o

we:

ere, Lord, I give my self away 'tis a

ll that I

can d

{title: At The Cross}

{comment: Verse 1}
Al[C]as! and did my Savior bleed and di[F]d my Sov[C]ereign d[G]ie?	
W[C]ould He devote that sacred head for si[Dm]nners su[G]ch as[C] I?

{comment: Verse 2}
W[C]as it for crimes that I had done he g[F]roaned upo[C]n the tr[G]ee?
Am[C]azing pity! grace unknown! And lo[Dm]ve beyo[G]nd degre[C]e!

{comment: Chorus}
{start_of_chorus} 
At th[C]e cross, at the cross where I fir[G]st saw the light,
And the b[G]urden of my heart rolled a[C]way,
It was t[F]here by faith I rece[C]ived my sight,
And no[Dm]w I am h[G]appy all the d[C]ay!
{end_of_chorus}

{comment: Verse 3}
W[C]ell might the sun in darkness hide and [F]shut his gl[C]ories i[G]n,
W[C]hen Christ, the mighty Maker died, for m[Dm]an the cre[G]ature's si[C]n.

{comment: Verse 4}
But dr[C]ops of grief can ne'er repay the de[F]bt of lo[C]ve I o[G]we:
H[C]ere, Lord, I give my self away 'tis a[Dm]ll that I [G]can d[C]o.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?

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!

Well might the sun in darkness hide and shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died, for man the creature's sin.

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"
Words by Isaac Watts and Ralph E. Hudson. Music by .
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