Hank Williams - At the cross

^EAlas, and did my Savior bleed, And did my Savior ^B7die? Would ^EHe devote that sacred head, For such a ^B7thing as ^EI?

^EAt the cross, at the cross, Where I ^B7first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled a-^Eway, It was ^Athere by faith I re-ceived my ^Esight, And now I am ^B7happy all the ^Eday!

^EWas it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the ^B7tree? A-^Emazing pity, grace unknown, And love be-^B7yond de-^Egree.

^EAt the cross, at the cross, Where I ^B7first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled a-^Eway, It was ^Athere by faith I re-ceived my ^Esight, And now I am ^B7happy all the ^Eday!

^EWell might the sun in darkness hide, And shut His glories ^B7in? When ^EChrist the mighty Maker died, For man the ^B7creature's ^Esin.

^EAt the cross, at the cross, Where I ^B7first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled a-^Eway, It was ^Athere by faith I re-ceived my ^Esight, And now I am ^B7happy all the ^Eday!

^EBut drops of grief can ne'er repay, The debt of love I ^B7owe. Here, ^ELord, I give myself to You, That's all that ^B7I can ^Edo!

^EAt the cross, at the cross, Where I ^B7first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled a-^Eway, It was ^Athere by faith I re-ceived my ^Esight, And now I am ^B7happy all the ^Eday!