At an old country church by the roadside,
I sat in the very back pew.
The deacon, he prayed for the spirit to fall,
They sang though their numbers were few.
The preacher then opened his Bible,
From John, chapter nineteen he read.
He turned to the wall, where hung an old cross.
With tears in his eyes he then said...
Chorus:
Let me tell you what He did for me.
Let me tell you where I would still be.
Were it not for that cross I would surely be lost.
Let me tell you what He did for me.
He left that fair city of angels,
To carry the burdens of man.
In Heaven He suffered no heartaches,
So He came to feel them firsthand.
Though He spoke of love and of mercy,
They placed the thorns on His head.
They thought that they came to watch a man die,
But He came to save them instead.
Chorus repeat
Were it not for that cross I would surely be lost,
Let me tell you what He did for me.
