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AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS
I値l kneel at the old wooden cross Where my savior died for me, I'll lift my arms in praise And praise Him through eternity. +++++++++ I値l kneel at the old wooden cross And joyfully praise His name, For on that old cross He changed me And I will never be the same. +++++++++ Oh, the precious blood He spilled! Oh, pain and agony He bore! How it tears at my heart and soul, And I値l praise Him forevermore. +++++++++ I値l kneel at the foot of the cross In thankfulness for my days, For the love He bestowed on me And I give Him all of my praise. +++++++++ Without that old wooden cross And the life He gave so free To cover the sins of the world, Where would humanity be? +++++++++ Oh, the precious blood He spilled! Oh, the suffering He endured! And by His never ending love My home in glory is secured. +++++++++ I値l kneel at the old wooden cross Where He took my place, And offer up my thankful praise That someday, I'll see His face. ｩLora Cox
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