At the Cross - Hank Williams

Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon on that tree

Amazing pity grace unknown

And love beyond degree

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

Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut his glories in

When Christ the mighty Maker died

For man the creature of sin

But drops of grief can never repay

The depth of love I owe

Here Lord I give myself to you

That all that I can do