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Many thoughts stir my heart
as I ponder alone;
Many places attract me
with charms all their own;
But the thought of all thoughts
is of Christ crucified,
The place of all places,
the hill where He died.
O the charm of the cross!
How I love to be there!
With the love that shines from it,
what love can compare?
The seal of my ransom
in Calvary I see,
All my sin, O my Savior,
laid upon Thee!
’Tis the end of my sin
and the source of all grace;
’Tis the word of God’s love
to a prodigal race;
’Tis the greatest, the grandest gift
God could impart,
Surpassing my reason,
but winning my heart.
O the charm of the cross!
How I love to be there!
With the love that shines from it,
what love can compare?
The seal of my ransom
in Calvary I see,
All my sin, O my Savior,
laid upon Thee!
For the sake of the Christ
and the love of His cross
I have yielded my all
and not reckoned it loss;
There’s a place in my heart
which the Savior must fill;
No other can take it,
and none ever will.
O the charm of the cross!
How I love to be there!
With the love that shines from it,
what love can compare?
The seal of my ransom
in Calvary I see,
All my sin, O my Savior,
laid upon Thee!
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12 12 12 11 and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 3:8;
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Name:
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MOTHER MACHREE
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12 12 12 11 and refrain
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