Many Thoughts Stir My Heart

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.

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.

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.