At The Cross Of Jesus Bowing,
Here I Find A Safe Retreat
From A World Of Care And Trouble,
In His Presence Calm And Sweet.

Sweet Stillness Of Heaven Around Me I Feel,
While Low At The Cross Of My Jesus I Kneel.

At The Cross Of Jesus Bowing,
Here I Count My Blessings O’er;
Here I Drink From Life’s Pure Fountain,
Drink Until I Thirst No More.

At The Cross Of Jesus Bowing,
Here I Spend Life’s Sweetest Hour;
Here I Taste The Joys Of Heaven,
Fill My Heart With Conq’ring Power.

At The Cross Of Jesus Bowing,
Let Me Never From It Part;
For His Dying Love Has Conquered
My Rebellious, Roving Heart.

At The Cross Of Jesus Bowing,
Here I Own His Way Is Best;
In The Shelter Of Mount Calvary,
Let Me Die In Peace At Last.

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