LYRIC

On the cross, on the cross,
Where the King of Glory died.
Here is grace, here is love,
Flowing from that wounded side.
Amazing mystery,
That he should die for me,
As a perfect sacrifice.
On the cross, on the cross,
Love incarnate on the cross.
At the cross, at the cross,
All my sin on Jesus laid.
Mine the debt, his the cost,
By his blood the price is paid.
And through his suffering,
That fragrant offering,
Arms of love are open wide.
At the cross, at the cross,
There is healing at the cross.
To the cross, to the cross,
Spirit lead me to the cross.
Bowed in awe beneath his feet,
Richest gain I count as loss.
Nothing compares with this,
To share his righteousness,
And be called a child of God.
To the cross, to the cross,
Spirit lead me to the cross.

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