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 power of the cross: Christ became sin for us. Took the blame, bore the wrath – we stand forgiven…
Jesus Christ, I think upon your sacrifice; you became nothing, poured out to death. Many times I’ve wondered at your gift of life, and I’m in that place once again, I’m in that place once again. And once again I look upon the cross where you died. I’m humbled by…
In Christ alone my hope is found; he is my light, my strength, my song. This Cornerstone, this solid Ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace when fears are stilled, when strivings cease! My Comforter, my All in All, here in…
I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and wonder how he could love me, a sinner, condemned, unclean. How marvellous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be: How marvellous! How wonderful! Is my Saviour’s love for me! For me he prayed in the garden and…
Here is love, vast as the ocean, loving kindness as the flood, when the Prince of life, our ransom, shed for us his precious blood. Who his love will not remember; who can cease to sing his praise? He can never be forgotten throughout Heaven’s eternal days. On the mount…
Depth of mercy! Can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear, Me, the chief of sinners, spare? I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face, Would not hearken to His calls, Grieved Him by a thousand falls. Whence to me…
Depth of mercy, can there be mercy reaching even me? God the Just his wrath forbears, me, the chief of sinners spares. So many times my heart has strayed from his kind and perfect ways, making clear my desp’rate need for his blood poured out for me. Give me grace,…
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…
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a one as I? His body slain before its time His head was bathed in blood He bore the mark of wrath divine While in my place he stood Well might…