Just The Very Thought Of Thee

I sing the praise of him who cried:
“O come now to the Saviour's side.”
Soldiers scoff with mocking words,
Plunging deep their piercing swords.
How pale his face in anguish borne,
With sore abuse his flesh is torn;
From his patient body pierced,
Blood and water soon released.

Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to the cross
Where your grace is all I see
Precious lamb of calvary.

I sing the praise of him who died,
Was scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined.
Crying out upon the tree:
“why hast Thou forsaken me?”
Oh love of God, oh sin of man,
This final act my heart demands
That I would every promise know,
Where his streams of mercy flow

I sing the praise of him who lives,
And makes my coward Spirit brave.
Hymns of praise and triumph tell,
He broke age-bound chains of hell.
Now is the mighty captive freed!
He lives the sinner's cause to plead.
“my pierced side, oh thomas see;
Faithless one, come and believe!”

Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to the cross
Where your face is all I see
Precious lamb of calvary.

Edwin brown