November 20, 2017

The Power of the Cross: an Easter Meditation

Power of the Cross

His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered ‘neath God’s rage.
Draped in His righteousness, I’m justified.
In Christ I live, for in my place He died.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?


Oh, to see the pain written on His face,

Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Every bitter thought, every evil deed,
Crowning His blood-stained brow.


THIS THE POWER OF THE CROSS: Christ became sin for us,
Took the blame, bore the wrath; We stand forgiven at the cross!

 

His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.
Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!


I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
My praise — my all — shall be for Christ alone.

THIS THE POWER OF THE CROSS: Son of God, slain for us.
What a love! What a cost! We stand forgiven at the cross.

 

*Excerpts from His Robes for MineWhen I Survey; The Power of the Cross*photo credit: mareeshastar

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