The lonely night, the agony,
the crying in Gethsemane.
The Lord of life would face His death
and willingly God's wrath accept.
It's still the cross; its's till the blood;
It's still His dying act of love
compelling me to spend my life
in giving ev'rything for Chris,
in giving ev'rything for Christ.
The Roman scourge, the mockery,
the hanging curse of Calvary.
The Lord of life pursued His death
and satisfied the sinner's debt. Chorus
The brilliant light, the stone removed,
the echo of His empty tomb.
The Lord of life had banished death'
Its fatal sting a vacant threat. Chorus
The greatest love, the sacrifice,
the triumph of the cross of Christ.
The Lord of life demands my death
to live for Him with ev'ry breath. Chorus