‘Tis in Thy cross


When most in Satan’s awful power,

O Lord, Thy suffering spirit seemed,

Then in that dark and fearful hour,

Our souls were by Thy blood redeemed.

‘Tis in Thy cross, Lord, that we learn

What Thou, in all Thy fulness art;

There, through the darkening cloud, discern

The love of Thy devoted heart.

‘Twas mighty love’s constraining power

That made Thee, blessed Saviour, die;

‘Twas love, in that tremendous hour,

That triumphed in Thy parting sigh.

Edward Denny, 1796-1889