That Old Rugged Tree
Had it not been for that rugged tree,
There on a hill called Calvary,
Where Your precious blood was shed for me,
I'd still be blind and could not see;
I'd be bound by sin's captivity,
Not knowing life abundantly,
I'd have no peace or joy in Thee...
Thank You, Lord, for That Old Rugged Tree!
Had You not willingly died for me,
I would be lost eternally,
No where to turn, no where to flee,
No one to hear my desperate plea;
My sinful soul would never be free,
I would not know Your love for me,
Had it not been for Calvary...
Thank You, Lord, for That Old Rugged Tree!
"And when they came to the place called Calvary, there they crucified him..."
"...the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin."
(Luke 23:33a; I John 1:7b)
