| Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day
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| Christ on the road to Calvary
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| Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten
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| Then nailed to a cross of wood
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| This, the pow’r of the cross
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| Christ became sin for us
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| Took the blame, bore the wrath
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| We stand forgiven at the cross
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| Oh, to see the pain written on Your face
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| Bearing the awesome weight of sin
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| Ev’ry bitter thought, ev’ry evil deed
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| Crowning Your bloodstained brow
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| Now the daylight flees
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| Now the ground beneath
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| Quakes as its Maker bows His head
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| Curtain torn in two, dead are raised to life
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| «Finished» the vict’ry cry
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| Oh, to see my name written in the wounds
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| For through Your suffering I am free
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| Death is crushed to death, life is mine to live
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| Won through Your selfless love
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| This, the pow’r of the cross
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| Son of God, slain for us
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| What a love, what a cost
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| We stand forgiven at the cross |