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The Cross. The cross, the cross,

All I have I now count it all as loss.

His great love humbled and nailed to a tree

But, because of that pain, we are now declared free.  

Oh, the cross, the cross  

from pain to beauty, and suffering to joy

But as I look to the cross, all I have I count it all as loss.

 The cross, the cross

Where the word who became flesh was then torn

But, because of that love, into God’s family we were born!

“It is finished!”, He said.

And ever since that great cry, our sin has been diminished