_Salvation at the Cross._ (492)
Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,
My Savior, can it be
That thou hast borne the crown of thorns
And suffered death for me?
Cho.--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 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,
I give myself to thee;
I plead thy merits, thine alone,
For thou hast died for me.
3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,
For sinners flowing free,
Then rise, renewed by grace divine,
And shout salvation free.
4 And when I reach thy place above,
My sweetest notes will be,
Redemption through a Savior's name,
Who bled and died for me.
Fanny Crosby, 1873.