On a faraway hill,
Stood a wrought hewn old cross
Where our Savior hung
To save that which was lost
With the blood that He shed,
From His hands and His side
Paid our debt in full
When our Jesus died
When we present ourselves
And turn from our sin
He has promised to forgive
And will take us in
If we look to that cross
And the bitter sacrifice
We see His love
And pattern for life
He gave Himself for us
Not counting the cost
For He is our Savior and God
Redeemer of the lost
Charles C. Reed
February 2012
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