The Power Of The Cross/When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

The Power Of The Cross / When I Survey The Wondrous Cross 
Isaac Watts

The Power Of The Cross
1.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.
(Refrain)
This, the power of the cross
Christ became sin for us
Took the blame, bore the wrath
We stand forgiven at the cross.

2.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.
(Refrain)
This, the power of the cross
Christ became sin for us
Took the blame, bore the wrath
We stand forgiven at 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.
(Refrain)
This, the power of the cross
Christ became sin for us
Took the blame, bore the wrath
We stand forgiven at the cross.

4.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.
(Refrain)
This, the power of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.


When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
1.When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2.Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3.See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4.Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.