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At the Cross

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 1, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 22.

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At the Cross

By Sir John Stainer

Is it nothing to you? Behold Me and see: Pierced through and through With countless sorrows, and all is for you; For you I suffer, for you I die. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?
O men and women! your deeds of shame, Your sins without reason and number and name, I bear them all on the cross on high. Is it nothing to you?
Is it nothing to you that I bow my head? And nothing to you that my blood is shed? O perishing souls! to you I cry— Is it nothing to you?
O, come unto me! O, come unto me! By the woes I have borne, By the dreadful scourge and the crown of thorn, By these I implore you to hear my cry. Is it nothing to you?
This awful price, Redemption’s tremendous sacrifice, Is paid for you, is paid for you. O, why will ye die? O, come unto me! —Sir John Stainer.