Keith Getty - Power of the cross

^F#mOh, to s^E/G#ee the d^Aawn ^AOf the ^Esus/Bdarkest day^A/C#; ^DChrist on the road t^A/C#o Calva^Bm7ry. ^{E F#m}Tried by s^E/G#inful me^An, ^ATorn and beat^E/G#en, then ^{A/C# D}Nailed to a c^A/C#ross of wood^E.

^A/C#This, th^De pow'r^E/G# of the c^Aross: ^A/C#Christ beca^Dme sin ^E/G#for us^A; ^A/C#Took the bl^Dame, bore ^B/D#the wrath^E— ^E/DWe s^A/D#tand fo^Drgiven at ^Ethe cros^As.

^F#mOh, to s^E/G#ee the p^Aain ^AWritten^Esus/B on Your fa^A/C#ce, ^DBearing the awesome ^A/C#weight ^Bm7of sin^E. ^F#mEv'ry bitt^E/G#er thoug^Aht, ^AEv'ry e^E/G#vil de^A/C#ed ^D Crowning You^A/C#r bloodstain^Eed brow. ^F#mNow the ^E/G#daylight^A flees; ^ANow the^Esus/B ground ben^A/C#eath ^DQuakes as its Maker ^A/C#bows Hi^Bm7s head^E. ^F#mCurtain to^E/G#rn in tw^Ao, ^ADead ar^E/G#e rais^A/C#ed to life; ^D"Finished!" t^A/C#he vict'ry c^Ery. ^F#mOh, to s^E/G#ee my na^Ame ^AWritten^Esus/B in the wou^A/C#nds, ^DFor through Your suf^A/C#fering ^Bm7I am f^Eree. ^F#mDeath is c^E/G#rushed t^Ao death; ^ALife is^E/G# mine ^A/C#to live, ^DWon through Y^A/C#our selfless^E love.

^A/C#This, th^De pow'r^E/G# of the c^Aross: ^A/C#Son of God—^Dslain f^E/G#or us.^{A A/C#}What a love^D! What ^B/D#a cost! ^{E E/D}We s^A/D#tand fo^Drgiven at ^Ethe cros^As.