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.

Refrain

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 Cal­v’ry 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.

Refrain

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.

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