Bittersweet

How could she feel, how could she think, that bittersweet dawn?

They'd torn Him away from her, murdered our beloved King.

Now in a cold tomb, lifeless, she missed Him so, He, Herod's pawn

Dawn so dear, Our Jesus, our Saviour.....

alive, Praises to God, hear the angels sing!............

At the Cross

Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1707. Composer: Ralph Hudson.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

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!

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!

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, 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!

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