Many Thoughts Stir My Heart (EN 5242)

EN 5242 Many Thoughts Stir My Heart

Phil.3.8

Versi Version 1

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.

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.