Your Cross, O Lord

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to see
That though I fail you every day
Your steadfast love will not fail me
But gladly bears my sin away
And there I see your holy fire
Consuming sin in mercy’s blood:
What righteousness and love require
To ransom sinners to their God

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to weep
For there my sin led you away
And e’en the sun did bow in grief
As darkness crowned our darkest day
And oh, to think that I once stood
Indifferent to your suffering!
And oh, to see your sweat like blood:
Such depths of sorrow borne for me!

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to love
For there I’ve tasted love divine
It fills my heart with power enough
To make your costly service mine
No sin too great to meet with grace
No enemy too foul to bless
Your love in wounds of sacrifice;
Teach me, O Lord, to love like this

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to sing
For now my captive soul is free!
No guilt, no fear, no suffering
Can tear away your love from me!
No song can reach such heights of joy!
No tongue can tell such depths of peace!
No power, no time, can e’er destroy
The eternal praise for Calvary!