It was alone the Savior prayed It was alone the Savior prayed In dark Gethsemane; Alone He drained the

bitter cup And suffered there for me. It was alone the Savior stood In Pilate's judgment hall; Alone the crown of thorns He wore, Forsaken thus by all. Alone upon the cross He hung That others He might save; Forsaken then by God and man. Alone, His life He gave. Can you reject such matchless love? Can you His claim disown? Come, give your all in gratitude, Nor leave Him thus alone. Alone, alone, He bore it all alone; He gave Himself to save His own, He suffered, bled and died alone, alone.

The Cross He Gave May Be Heavy
The cross that He gave may be heavy, But it ne'er outweighs His grace; The storm that I feared may surround me, But it ne'er excludes His face. His will I have joy in fulfilling, As I'm walking in His sight; My trials more blessings are bringing, Christ in them is my delight. The light of His love shineth brighter, As it falls on paths of woe; The toil of my work groweth lighter, As I stoop to raise the low. The thorns in my path are not sharper Than composed His crown for me; The cup that I drink not more bitter Than He drank in Gethsemane. The cross is not greater than His grace, The storm can not hide His blessed face; I am satisfied to know That with Jesus here below, I can conquer every foe.

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