At the Cross
This version of the song, At the Cross, comes from 2 years ago when I was thinking of doing a podcast called Hymns for My Grandchildren.
I recorded 2 episodes with music (live vocal and acoustic guitar) and about 3 others with just talking.
Two years and two months later I launched Chuck’s Favorite Things. It was not so limiting as to just hymns. Now I am able to talk about music, movies, memories and more.
So, enjoy this pre-podcast podcast, but most importantly enjoy the hymn, At the Cross.
Isaac Watts, pub.1707
ref. by Ralph E. Hudson, 1885
At the Cross
- Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm 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!
- Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His soul in anguish stood.
- Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
- Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
- Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
- 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.