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 pow’r 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, ev’ry evil deed
crowning Your bloodstained brow.
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 vict’ry cry.
Oh to see my name written in the wounds,
for through Your suff’ring I am free.
Death is crushed to death, life is mine to live
won through Your selfless love!