By Thy cross, Thy death for me,
Suffered once on Calvary,
Thou didst mark my destiny,
Here and for eternity.

By the power of Thy cross
Earthly gain I count but loss.
In the glory of its light,
Earth's bright day doth seem as night.

'Tis the power of Thy cross
Separates the world and us,
Lifts our hearts above the gloom,
Draws us ever nearer home.

By Thy power, Thou risen Lord,
I am risen, so saith Thy Word;
Death has lost its dread for me
And the grave its victory.

Sweet and solemn was the hour
When I realized Thy power;
Sweeter, when with Thee above,
I shall better know Thy love:

Know Thee as I've never known,
Show, as I have never shown,
What Thy death, Lord, meant to me
In its deep reality.

Yea, and what it meant for Thee !
Blackness of obscurity !
Dying, suffering, all alone!
But for Thee, Lord, it were my own.

Mine! yet Thou didst in Thy grace
Take the poor lost sinner's place,
Wash the guilty and defiled,
Make me God's beloved child!

Guiltless, Thou God's wrath couldst bear,
Cleansed, I now Thy victory share,
Heir with Thee to heaven's estate,
Lord, Thy mercy, oh how great!
When the scoffers would deride
Him who once for sinners died,
I can love and pity too,
For they know not what they do.

When the world would beckon me,
I can point them unto Thee,
Tell them God's beloved Son
All my heart and soul hath won.

Now, I know Thee by Thy grace,
Then I'll see Thee face to face,
With Thee, like Thee, e'er to be,
Saviour, ever more with Thee.

H. McD