Near The Cross

Jesus keep me near the cross
There a precious fountain
Free to all a healing stream
Flows from Calv'ry's mountain 

In the cross in the cross
Be my glory ever
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river 

Near the cross a trembling soul
Love and mercy found me
There the Bright and Morning Star
Sheds its beams around me 

Near the cross O Lamb of God
Bring its scenes before me
Help me walk from day to day
With its shadows o'er me 

Near the cross I'll watch and wait
Hoping trusting ever
Till I reach the golden strand
Just beyond the river


Were You There 

Were you there
When they crucified my Lord
Were you there
When they crucified my Lord
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there
When they crucified my Lord

Were you there
When they nailed Him to the tree
Were you there
When they nailed Him to the tree
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there
When they nailed Him to the tree

Were you there
When they laid Him in the tomb
Were you there
When they laid Him in the tomb
Oh sometimes it causes me
To tremble tremble tremble
Were you there


When they laid Him in the tomb

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross 
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.


His Mercy Is More

Verse 1
What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient all knowing He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many His mercy is more

Verse 2
What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father so tender is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest the vilest the poor
Our sins they are many His mercy is more

Verse 3
What riches of kindness He lavished on us
His blood was the payment His life was the cost
We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford
Our sins they are many His mercy is more

Chorus
Praise the Lord His mercy is more
Stronger than darkness new every morn
Our sins they are many His mercy is more