{title: The Power of the Cross}
{key: D}
{tempo: 68}
{time: 4/4}

{c: Verse 1}
[Bm]O, to [A/C#]see the [D]dawn [D]of the [Em]darkest [D/F#]day:
[G]Christ on the [D/F#]road to [Em]Calva[G]ry.[A]
[Bm]Tried by [A/C#]sinful [D]men, [D]torn and [Em]beaten, [D/F#]then
[G]Nailed to a [D/F#]cross [G]of [A]wood.

{c: Chorus}
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[D/F#]This the [G]pow'r [A/C#]of the [D]cross:
[D/F#]Christ be[G]came [A/C#]sin for [D]us,
[D/F#]Took the [G]blame, [E/G#]bore the [A]wrath;
[A/G]We [D/F#]stand for[G]given [A]at the [D]cross.
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{c: Verse 2}
[Bm]O, to [A/C#]see the [D]pain [D]written [Em]on Your [D/F#]face,
[G]Bearing the [D/F#]awesome [Em]weight [G]of [A]sin.
[Bm]Every [A/C#]bitter [D]thought, [D]every [Em]evil [D/F#]deed
[G]crowning Your [D/F#]blood-[G]stained [A]brow.

{c: Verse 3}
[Bm]Now the [A/C#]daylight [D]flees; [D]Now the [Em]ground [D/F#]beneath
[G]Quakes as its [D/F#]Maker [Em]bows [G]His [A]head.
[Bm]Curtain [A/C#]torn in [D]two, [D]dead are [Em]raised to [D/F#]life --
[G]"Finished!" the [D/F#]vict[G]ory [A]cry.

{c: Verse 4}
[Bm]O, to [A/C#]see my [D]name [D]written [Em]in the [D/F#]wounds,
[G]For through Your [D/F#]suffering [Em]I [G]am [A]free.
[Bm]Death is [A/C#]crushed to [D]death, [D]life is [Em]mine to [D/F#]live,
[G]won through Your [D/F#]self-[G]less [A]love!

{c: Chorus}
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[D/F#]This the [G]pow'r [A/C#]of the [D]cross:
[D/F#]Son of [G]God -- [A/C#]slain for [D]us.
[D/F#]What a [G]love, [E/G#]what a [A]cost!
[A/G]We [D/F#]stand for[G]given [A]at the [D]cross.
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{c: Verse 1}
A[E]las, and did my [A]Savior [B]bleed
And [C#m]did my [B]Sovereign [A]die?
Would [E]He de[A]vote that [B]sacred [C#m]head
For [A]such a worm as [B]I?
Was [E]it for sins that [A]I had [B]done
He [C#m]groaned u[B]pon the [A]tree?
A[E]mazing pity! [B]Grace un[C#m]known!
And [A]love be[B]yond de[E]gree!

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My [C#m]God, why would You [A]shed Your [E]blood
So [A]pure and unde[B]filed
To [C#m]make a sinful [A]one like [E]me
Your [A]chosen, [B]precious [E]child?
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{c: Verse 2}
Well [E]might the sun in [A]darkness [B]hide
And [C#m]shut His [B]glories [A]in,
When [E]Christ, the [A]mighty [B]Maker, [C#m]died
For [A]man, the creature's, [B]sin.
Thus [E]might I hide my [A]blushing [B]face
While [C#m]His dear [B]cross a[A]ppears,
Dis[E]solve my [A]heart in [B]thankful[C#m]ness,
And [A]melt my [B]eyes to [E]tears.

{c: Verse 3}
But [E]drops of grief can [A]ne’er re[B]pay
The [C#m]debt of [B]love I [A]owe;
Here, [E]Lord, I [A]give my[B]self a[C#m]way,
‘Tis [A]all that I can [B]do.
A[E]las! and did my [A]Savior [B]bleed
And [C#m]did my [B]Sovereign [A]die?
A[E]mazing pity! [B]Grace un[C#m]known!
And [A]love be[B]yond de[E]gree!