Knight

At The Cross

Isaac Watts, England (1707)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed 

and did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head 

for sinners such 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 w

here 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 myself 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!