Текст песни The Power of the Cross / When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (Live) - Keith & Kristyn Getty

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.
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.
This the power of the cross.
Christ became sin for us.
Took the blame, bore the wrath,
We stand forgiven at the cross.
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.
This the power of the cross.
Christ became sin for us.
Took the blame, bore the wrath,
We stand forgiven at the cross.
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.
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,
On which the Prince of glory died.
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
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.
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.