Lead me to the cross and shoe me his wounds,
the hateful nature of evil, the power of Satan;
May I there see my sins as
the nails that transfixed him,
the cords that bound him,
the thorns that tore him,
the sword that pierced him.
Help me find in his death the reality
and immensity of love.
Open for me the wondrous voumes of truth
in his 'It is finished.'
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