Saturday, April 07, 2007

The greatest gift!

What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favor, vouch safe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.

(O Sacred Head Now Wounded)

4 comments:

Amy S. Trosen said...

I love this song. Thank you Melanie.

abi said...

Amen! Thank you for sharing such simple, profound, and powerful words!!

Hugs to you!

Melissa Sahlstrom said...

I just had to break into song and sing the lyrics for the kids! You know me! What encouragement.....thank you little sister!

All our love!

Melissa Lee and family!!!!!!!!!!!

Ginger said...

Hi,
I found your blog and I really enjoyed it. I think it's so cool that you sing bluegrass. I like bluegrass and I love Southern Gospel music!
Come check my blog out some time!
Ginger