Upon the cross of Jesus my eye at times can see
The very dying form of One who suffered there for me.
Face the cross, He hangs there in your place.
See the Lamb upon the killing tree.
Stand and look into the Savior’s face
As on the cross, He dies for you and me.
Face the cross and see the dying Son.
See the Lamb upon the killing tree.
See His anguish and His tears of love.
Face the cross, He dies to set us free.
Turn not away, turn not away.
His nail-pierced hands are reaching out to you, to you.
Look upon the One without a sin,.
Spotless Lamb upon the killing tree.
Feel His pain and love from deep within,
So great a price, yet paid so willingly.
Turn not away, turn not away,
Face the cross, face the cross.
Face the One who suffers in your place,
See the Lamb, upon the killing tree.
Light of the world, now clothed in darkness grim
As on the cross, He hangs in agony.
Face the cross and turn not away, turn not away.
His nail-pierced hands are reaching out to you.
Turn not away, behold His wounded side.
Turn not away, behold the crucified.
Face the cross, He hangs there in your place.
Face the cross, and see the King of Grace.
Face the cross, face the cross.
– Words by Herb Fromach, music by David Lantz
We look , we acknowledge, but we can’t stand and stare….(nor I). I can only take this in bit by bit, not all, it is overwhelming.
Thank you for a beautiful and thoughtful beginning to my Good Friday.
“Turn not away.” That’s so hard, isn’t it? I’ve thought about that this morning. Thanks for such a rich reflection for Good Friday.