Introductory pages - New Creation Teaching Ministry
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327 Geoffrey Bingham, 1919–2009<br />
1. O Cross of Christ, O place of bliss,<br />
Of manʼs invective traitorʼs kiss,<br />
Of sin and shame, of wounds and fear,<br />
O Cross of pain you call us near.<br />
The world cannot escape Your Cross,<br />
Its mind reject foreʼer the loss,<br />
The darkness of the limbo dread<br />
From which You cried for us—the dead!<br />
We cannot know the pain You bore,<br />
Nor ever live the anguish sore<br />
That tore that holy cry of shame<br />
From hellish depths of dreadful pain.<br />
In You the ancient evil met<br />
The modern guilt, thʼeternal debt,<br />
The wrath of God, the curse of law,<br />
The separation evermore.<br />
2. The wounds that sin in us had wrought—<br />
Unholy sickness that we caught<br />
From evilʼs madness, from the womb,<br />
That led us to eternal doom—<br />
These, these were there upon You laid,<br />
You wounded were by wounds we made,<br />
Our wounds were Yours upon the Tree,<br />
That we into Your wounds may flee.<br />
In You the sins of all the race<br />
Distorted body, mind and face,<br />
Until You seemed as man no more,<br />
Destroyed—as Man—for evermore.<br />
O Holy One, You suffered much<br />
To free us from the doomful clutch<br />
Of sin and Satan, wrath and law,<br />
And liberate us evermore.<br />
3. Sometimes when all the worldʼs asleep,<br />
Sometimes when terrorʼs passions deep<br />
Come stealing to us from their grave—<br />
Those sins from which He came to save<br />
Our race of doom and dreadful death—<br />
We cry as though our latest breath<br />
Had come at last, and we are lost,<br />
Upon guiltʼs storm forever tossed.<br />
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But grace comes throbbing through that<br />
night,<br />
And sinʼs forgiven, and holy light<br />
Breaks to us from Your Cross and Tomb<br />
As You come to our upper room.<br />
O Christ now risen from the grave,<br />
You gave Yourself ourselves to save,<br />
And all the pains of memory<br />
Are banished in that holy Tree.<br />
4. The shame of guilt cannot return,<br />
Nor fire of curse within us burn.<br />
You sin and guilt and curse became<br />
To save us from eternal shame.<br />
Our spirits in Your Cross rejoice,<br />
And with us all creationʼs voice<br />
Is lifted in the highest praise<br />
For love and grace and all Your ways.<br />
O Cross of Christ, O place of bliss,<br />
Of manʼs invective, traitorʼs kiss,<br />
Of sin and shame, of wounds and fear,<br />
O Cross of pain and love so dear,<br />
We praise our God for love that gave<br />
As Son to die, as Son to save.<br />
We lift our songs, our hearts adore<br />
And worship You for evermore.<br />
© 1994 Geoffrey Bingham, 1919–2009.<br />
Used by permission.<br />
328 Elizabeth Hutt<br />
1. God forbid that I should glory<br />
Save in the Cross of Christ;<br />
In the holy, blameless Son of Godʼs<br />
Redeeming sacrifice.<br />
2. Though in form of God Immortal<br />
As man to dwell He came<br />
From the bosom of the Father<br />
To bear my guilt and shame.<br />
3. So the wrath of love did smite Him,<br />
And in its mighty flood<br />
The pollution of my wickedness<br />
Was cleansed by His dear blood.<br />
4. And behold our King is coming<br />
In glory, power and might.<br />
And then evʼry eye will see Him:<br />
The Lord of grace and light.<br />
© 1992 Elizabeth Hutt. Used by permission.