To that rude, shameful cross we would look up, amazed,
Where, Jesus, you suffered and died.
For in God’s awesome love you were gloriously raised
In power to reign at his side.
When they led you, O Lord, up that sorrowful way
To hill and to cross and to nail,
All the demons who thought they were winning the day
Were thwarted — for you would prevail.
We were lost, under sin, and accounted as dead,
Condemned by unyielding decree.
But, Lord Jesus, your cross bore the curse in our stead;
We’re found, and delivered, and free!
You have called us, O Christ, to a share in your cross,
To self-giving service with you.
But that cross is our gain and the enemy’s loss,
For through it you triumph anew.
Thank you, Lord, for your Victory Cross,
Where you cast all your enemies down!
Through the might of your Victory Cross
We inherit your Victory Crown.
©2004 Richard C. Leonard