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Nearer the Cross

1. Jesus, keep me near the cross,

There a precious fountain,

Free to all—a healing stream,

Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.

Refrain

In the cross, in the cross,

Be my glory ever;

From the cross my ransomed soul

Nothing then shall sever.

2. Near the cross, a trembling soul,

Love and mercy found me;

There the Bright and Morning Star

Sheds its beams around me.

3. Near the cross! O Lamb of God,

Bring its scenes before me;

Help me walk from day to day,

With its shadow o’er me.

4. Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,

Hoping, trusting ever,

Till I see my Savior’s face,

Leave His presence never

The Old Rugged Cross
Mục sư George Bennard

1.   On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross
where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

Refrain
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

2. Oh, that old rugged cross,
so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God
left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

3. In that old rugged cross,
stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

4. To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day
to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

At the Cross

1. Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sov’reign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

Refrain:

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!

2. Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—

And bathed in its own blood—

While the firm mark of wrath divine,

His soul in anguish stood.

3. Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

4. Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker died,

For man the creature’s sin.

5. Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears,

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my eyes to tears.

6. But drops of grief can ne’er repay

The debt of love I owe:

Here, Lord, I give myself away,

’Tis all that I can do.