Had It Not Been


Just suppose God searched through Heaven, He couldn’t find one willing to be,
the supreme sacrafice that was needed, to buy eternal life for you and me.

I’m so glad He was willing to drink that bitter cup, although He prayed
“Father, let it pass from me.” and I’m so glad He didn’t call Heavens Angels,
from my hands pull the nails they torment me.

Had it not been for a place called Mount Calv’ry, had it not been for
the Old Rugged Cross, had it not been for a man called Jesus, then forever my
soul