Oh to see the dawn of the darkest day
Christ on a road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten then
Nailed to the 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 did.
Crowning your blood stain 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 day light flees, now the ground beneath
quakes as its maker bows his head
Curtain torn into, dead are raised to file.
Finished. The victory cry.
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 my name written in the woods.
For through your suffering I am free.
Dead are crushed to death, life is mine to live.
Won through your selfless love.

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