| Song | Just The Very Thought Of Thee |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 3 |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Edwin Brown |
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| Tags | Just The Very Thought Of Thee |
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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.
