NO WILL BUT THINE
All that is opposed to Thee,
Howsoever dear it be,
From my heart the idol tear,
Thou shalt have no rival there,
Only Thou shalt fill the throne:
Saviour, let Thy will be done.
All that is opposed to Thee,
Howsoever dear it be,
From my heart the idol tear,
Thou shalt have no rival there,
Only Thou shalt fill the throne:
Saviour, let Thy will be done.
A heart that’s cleansed from sin’s vile scourge
A dwelling place for Thee
A heart Thy precious blood did purge
A heart from sin set free
His holy fingers made the bough
which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.
The nails that pierced His hands were mined
in secret places He designed.
Lord, our troubles
Are so great,
We don’t know what to do;
The price for our
Iniquity
Is finally coming due.
Where sin abounded, grace much more
Abounded by God’s love.
When Jesus for our sakes came down,
And left the throne above.
The Source of my delight;
The Song to cheer the night;
The Thought that fills my mind;
The Best of All to find—is Jesus!
You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.
We pray that as our Lord explores
Our dreadful sins, your mercy pours
And covers us for we are yours.
Now at the cross
was greater loss
with torture and with pain.
From crown of thorn
to nails and scorn,
would someone please explain?
He taught us truth, forgiveness, grace
He taught how gain was loss
Then demonstrated selfless love
By dying on the cross