The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Down at the Cross

Down at the cross where my savior died, down where for cleansing from sin I cried, there to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to his name.

I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so quietly abides within, there at the cross where he took in; Glory to his name.

O precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad I have entered in, there Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; Glory to his name.

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet, cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet, plunge in today and be made complete; Glory to his name.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT ; informant's home