On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain. CHORUS: So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Thy freedom, gladness and light, Jesus, I come to Thee; Out of my sickness into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my shameful
Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand – The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land, A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day. Upon that cross of Jesus Mine eye at times can
One of my earliest childhood memories is of wearing a colourful, brand new outfit to church on Easter Sunday. My sister and I received these pretty dresses and bonnets, hand-made by our mom, every Easter while we were little. We felt beautiful, happy and loved. This may not be a very spiritual memory and some
I walked one day along a country road, And there a stranger journeyed, too, Bent low beneath the burden of His load; It was a cross, a cross I knew. “Take up thy cross and follow Me,” I hear the blessed Saviour call; How can I make a lesser sacrifice, When Jesus gave His all?
Jesus, keep me near the cross; There a precious fountain, Free to all, a healing stream, Flows from Calvary’s mountain. In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and
As we approach Eastertime, let’s consider drawing nearer to the cross of Jesus, as suggested in this hymn. I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me nearer, nearer,
