That stood on Calvery's hill~
The Mercy of that Royal One~
Who hung on it until~
He paid the price for which He came~
And then in Royal Flare~
He journeyed up to Heaven~
To build Our Mansions there~
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The splendor of that rugged cross~
That stood on Calvery's hill~ The Mercy of that Royal One~ Who hung on it until~ He paid the price for which He came~ And then in Royal Flare~ He journeyed up to Heaven~ To build Our Mansions there~ |
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Legends say that cross was crude~
Just carved out from a tree~ With splinters on its every part~ That day on Calvary~ But I see it as beautiful~ More splendor , one won't find~ Because a Man of Royal Blood~ Chose Calvarys Hill to climb~ He carried that ole rugged cross~ And died~ as skies turned dim~ And I don't ever see a cross~ That I don't think of Him~ |
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His everlasting mercy~
And the love, He showed that day~ The memory of Him hanging there~ Won't ever fade away~ Though you may see that cross as crude~ I cannot share your view~ It was "His Gift of Splendor" ~ "Where "He Died"~ for me and you"_ No diamond, ruby, pearl nor gem~ Could be found anywhere~ To match the "Splendor of that Cross"~ My Jesus chose to bear~ He hung there of His own free will~ He bore our pain, our sin~ And I will never see a cross~ That I won't think of Him! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ page by joni kassel_copyright ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |
I,M GONNA CLING TO THE CROSS_(music playing)
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