the glory of the cross

Dead in my sin, curse of God, child of wrath,

despised, ever-selfish, and blind

Twas I, yet before the foundation of earth

He predestined that I might find

the truth of His wrath, justice mercy and grace,

come together that day on the tree,

where taking upon the whole vengeance of God

Jesus Christ hung in my place for me.

Yet twas not for my sake, but the glory of He

who intended it 'fore there was time.

And yet in the mystery of His sacrifice

all inheritance of Christ became mine.

And I glory, alone, in the power of the cross

and my saviour who rose from the grave.

And with eager hope, think all else but loss

and wait for the glorious day

when He comes back in might, and justice to bring.

Yet because of the cross some will know

only mercy and grace, since He died in our place.

Peace and joy never-ending will flow!

And in perfect communion, together at last

all the saints with one voice will proclaim

praise to the Holy one, honour and power,

and we'll finally see Him face to face.

But until that day, oh that wonderful day,

I must make the news know to the lost.

In their death (just like mine) they'll be cursed- but not find

a saviour who has paid the cost.

And eternal damnation, mourning and tears 

wait forever beyond the grave.

Oh how high the price will my silence be,

if I share not how Jesus can save!

So in light of eternity, no matter costs here,

be it suffering more than I can bear

I press on for His glory, proclaiming His truth,

for in His pain alone do I share.

And how incomparable will such sufferings seem

in light of the glory I'll see

when I get to worship, face to face,

my Lord for all eternity.