by mynaime » Fri Jan 25, 2013 9:17 pm
What a Saviour by McGruders
1. I've walked through vast valleys, surrounded by mountains,
with peaks that seemed too high to climb.
But I recall learning, how great mountain climbers,
they conquered one step at a time.
I've watched blue rivers, strong currents raging,
I wondered if they could be crossed.
But my rivers and mountains, became soft gentle fountains,
because of an old rugged cross.
Cho.We have a Saviour, such a wonderful Saviour.
Mercies atonment, stifled sin's judgement, and Grace made intercession, I'm free.
The pain and the heartache, that old suffering I can't take, purchased redemption for me,
The True Lamb of Calvary is the hope of Salvation, He died on an old rugged tree.
2. I've walked down sidewalks, of bright neon cities,
Where the skyscrapers reached for the sky.
I've seen the rich and the famous, in their glamour and glitter.
as they searched for some joy in the night.
While a few blocks from main street, in a old cardboard ghetto,
Another unknown life is lost, whether penthouse or skid row,
There's one thing I still know, there's hope in an old rugged cross.
What a Saviour by McGruders
1. I've walked through vast valleys, surrounded by mountains,
with peaks that seemed too high to climb.
But I recall learning, how great mountain climbers,
they conquered one step at a time.
I've watched blue rivers, strong currents raging,
I wondered if they could be crossed.
But my rivers and mountains, became soft gentle fountains,
because of an old rugged cross.
Cho.We have a Saviour, such a wonderful Saviour.
Mercies atonment, stifled sin's judgement, and Grace made intercession, I'm free.
The pain and the heartache, that old suffering I can't take, purchased redemption for me,
The True Lamb of Calvary is the hope of Salvation, He died on an old rugged tree.
2. I've walked down sidewalks, of bright neon cities,
Where the skyscrapers reached for the sky.
I've seen the rich and the famous, in their glamour and glitter.
as they searched for some joy in the night.
While a few blocks from main street, in a old cardboard ghetto,
Another unknown life is lost, whether penthouse or skid row,
There's one thing I still know, there's hope in an old rugged cross.