No. 64. At the Cross. COPYRIGHT, 1885, BY R. E. HUDSON, R. E. HUDSON. I. A las! and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sovereign die, Was it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the tree? 3. But drops of grief can ne'er re-pay, The debt of love I owe; 2. Would He de-vote that sacred head For such a worm as I?' A - maz - ing pity, grace unknown, And love be-yond de-gree! Here, Lord I give my - self a-way, 'Tis all that I can do! CHORUS. At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light, And the 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 ] bur-den of my heart rolled a- way It was there by faith rolled a-way, I re-ceived my sight, And now I am, hap-py all the day. goodness crowns our days, To Thee our anthems raise, Might-y to save. Might-y to save. No. 66. JM S. More Like Jesus. COPYRIGHT, 1878, By J M. STILLMAN, J. M. STILLMAN. Mus. Doc. I. 2. I want to be more like Jesus, And fol-low Him day by day; dis-tress; 3. I want to be meek and low-ly, Like Jesus,our Friend and King; 4. I want to be pure and holy, As pure as the crys tal snow; 6 I want to be true and faith-ful, And ev'ry command o-bey. To com-fort the brok-en heart-ed, With sweet words of ten-der-ness. I want to be strong and ear-nest, And souls to the Savior bring. I want to love Jesus dear - ly, For Jesus loves me, I know. More and more like Jesus, My Sav-ior who died for me. |