Love, Mighty and Wonderful

Before a cross up­lift­ed high

I stood alone one day;

My soul was bur­dened with a guilt

No tears could wash away.

Love

migh­ty and won­der­ful

Love

bound­less and free

Love that suf­fered up­on the cross

The love that died for me.

In grief and pain I wept aloud

In help­less ago­ny;

When from the cross I heard One speak

I gave My life for thee.

That voice

so sweet

en­tranced my soul

It gave me hope and cheer;

Tho’ trem­bling

I drew near the cross

For I had naught to fear.

And there up­on that cru­el cross

My Sav­ior died that day;

I looked

be­lieved

and from my soul

The bur­den rolled away.