Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn
 Of the darkest day:
 Christ on the road to Calvary.
 Tried by sinful men,
 Torn and beaten, then
 Nailed to a cross of wood.
 This, the power of the cross:
 Christ became sin for us,
 Took the blame, bore the wrath:
 We stand forgiven at the cross.
 Oh, to see the pain
 Written on Your face
 Bearing the awesome weight of sin;
 Every bitter thought,
 Every evil deed
 Crowning Your bloodstained brow.
 This, the power of the cross:
 Christ became sin for us,
 Took the blame, bore the wrath:
 We stand forgiven at the cross.
 Now the daylight flees,
 Now the ground beneath
 Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
 Curtain torn in two,
 Dead are raised to life;
 'Finished!' the victory cry.
 Oh, to see my name
 Written in the wounds,
 For through Your suffering I am free.
 Death is crushed to death,
 Life is mine to live,
 Won through Your selfless love.
 This, the power of the cross:
 Son of God, slain for us.
 What a love! What a cost!
 We stand forgiven at the cross.
 The cross.
 The cross.
 The cross.