1 Around ev'rywhere men are lost in despair,
and it seems hopeless and so drear;
They know not their fate, and it's growing so late
and they surely will feel their loss,
But there is a way, and it's only the way
for the lost and the sinful here,
There's no other hope for the souls who grope,
but the cross, the old rugged cross.
2 With all man can do, he can never undo
all the wretchedness sin had made;
There's no remedy if we leave Calvary,
for your soul with its sinful gloss;
The Lord took my blame, and He died for my shame,
and the judgment of God was stayed;
When He died that day, He my debt did pay;
oh, thank God, thank God for the cross!
Morris Lynwood Smith (1924-2007) was a preacher for Churches of Christ. He preached and held gospel meetings throughout Oklahoma, Alabama, and elsewhere. He helped initiate a special annual gathering of one-cup congregations on July 4 and New Year's Day that met in a different Oklahoma town each year. His interest in music led him to attend the Stamps Quartet School of Music in 1947. He sang with "The Zita Boys," a quartet composed of Johnny Elmore, Billy Smith, C. A. Smith, and himself. Smith wrote and published several songs, often writing a song for the annual meetings. In his lifetime, Smith published 16 songbooks of his and others' songs and hymns. He published over 700 songs and helped publish the songs of many other hymn and song wri… Go to person page >
Display Title: Thank God For The CrossFirst Line: Around ev'rywhere men are lost in despairTune Title: [Around ev'rywhere men are lost in despair]Author: M. Lynwood SmithDate: 2002
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