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:
I love this song. Thank you Melanie.
Amen! Thank you for sharing such simple, profound, and powerful words!!
Hugs to you!
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!!!!!!!!!!!
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
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