Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin.
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away−
It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day！
But drops of grief can never repay The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away−'Tis all that I can do！
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away−
It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day！
