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The Wondrous Cross

by Dave Mudford © 2022

When I survey the wondrous cross
I see Him bear the weight of sin,
flesh nailed to wood by selfish pride
love shining bright my life to guide.

When I survey the bloodied cross
I see the pain, I see the cost,
wood stained by love, scarred by grace
to cleanse my soul, remove disgrace.

When I survey the rugged cross
each splinters barb inflicting loss,
my vision cleared to see my Saviour
reminding soul of undeserved favor.

When I survey the empty cross
blame is buried in righteous love,
death has died and life has won
victory is mine for it's all be done.

Note: "When I survey the wondrous cross" comes from the hymn written by Isaac Watts 1707

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