Just The Very Thought Of Thee

Written by: Edwin Brown

© 2008 Thankyou Music | CCLI: 6156369

I SING THE PRAISE OF HIM WHO CRIED:
“O come now to the Savior's side.”
Soldiers scoff with mocking words,
Plunging deep their piercing swords.
How pale His face in anguish borne,
With sore abuse His flesh is torn;
From His patient body pierced,
Blood and water soon released.

Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to The Cross
Where Your grace is all I see
Precious Lamb of Calvary.


I sing the praise of Him who died,
Was scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined.
Crying out upon the tree:
“Why hast thou forsaken me?”
Oh love of God, Oh sin of Man,
This final act my heart demands
That I would every promise know,
Where His streams of mercy flow

I sing the praise of Him who lives,
And makes my coward spirit brave.
Hymns of praise and triumph tell,
He broke age-bound chains of hell.
Now is the Mighty Captive freed!
He lives the sinner's cause to plead.
“My pierced side, Oh Thomas see;
Faithless one, come and believe!”

Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to the cross
Where Your face is all I see
Precious Lamb of Calvary.


Edwin Brown


© 2008 Thankyou Music