At the cross of Jesus, I would take my place,
drawn by such a measure of redeeming grace.
Fill my heart with sorrow, lift my eyes to see
Jesus Christ my Saviour, crucified for me.
At the cross of Jesus, patiently he bore
bitter shame and sorrow, grief and anguish sore.
Through eternal ages, I shall never know
what he had to suffer, why he loved me so.
At the cross of Jesus, even though I be
chief of all the sinners, there is hope for me.
Judged, condemned and guilty, I am lost indeed,
but the cross of Jesus meets my deepest need.
At the cross of Jesus, pardon is complete,
love and justice mingle, truth and mercy meet.
Though my sins condemn me, Jesus died instead,
there is full forgiveness in the blood he shed.
At the cross of Jesus, you have set me free,
so I come, dear Saviour, yielding all to thee.
Let your love possess me, so that all may see
what your death accomplished on the cross for me.