Upon that tree of grace, the Saviour bled,
A boundless love for all mankind He bore.
He wore the crown of thorns upon His head,
And opened wide salvation’s sacred door.
He wore the crown of thorns upon His head,
And opened wide salvation’s sacred door.
No soul too lost, no heart too far away,
For in His unending mercy, all are found.
He turns the darkest midnight into day,
Where sin is deep, His streaming grace abounds.
For in His unending mercy, all are found.
He turns the darkest midnight into day,
Where sin is deep, His streaming grace abounds.
He calls the weary, bids the heavy rest,
And gently wipes the weeping eye of grief.
A shepherd’s heart, embracing every guest,
Who comes to Him in faith and sweet belief.
And gently wipes the weeping eye of grief.
A shepherd’s heart, embracing every guest,
Who comes to Him in faith and sweet belief.
O perfect love, poured out for all to see,
That whosoever will, may be set free.
That whosoever will, may be set free.
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