That Cross

Whips that would tear the flesh from Your frame.
Thorns that dug deep in Your brow, the same.
Nails deep in Your hands, and feet - that pain!
But all for what, what could be Your gain?

The work all Yours, You came as a man.
For righteous truth, You now took Your stand.
From death on that cross, You rose for sure.
As death on that cross, You would endure.

Why would You have come, My living Word,
Estranged souls to buy who never heard?
Then die on a tree, hang as one cursed?
Your side was pierced, Your body now burst?

Your righteous blood would flow on the ground.
God's message to all, God's word profound.
One man brought sin, this man died for all.
He died that we now could hear God's call.

Joy set before You, Your purpose sure,
Love that did all to bring us God's cure.
That cross, Your death, a victory stand.
All glory Yours, Your victory's Grand!

Hebrews 12:2b
Who for the joy set before Him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.