O, to see the dawn

O, 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.

2. O, 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…

3. 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.

This, the power of the cross…

4. O, 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.