Letra de «Cross Of Glory»
From the pages of the prophets
He stepped out into the world
And walked the earth in lowly majesty
For He had been Creator
A creature now was He
Come to bare love's sacred mystery
He the Truth was called a liar The only lover hated so He was many times a martyr before He died Forsaken by the Father Despised by all the world He alone was born to be the Crucified
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory Though no rhyme could ever tell it And no words could ever say And no chord is foul enough to sing the pain Still we feel the burden And suffer with Your song You love us so and yet You bid us sing
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory Love must always have the victory
He the Truth was called a liar The only lover hated so He was many times a martyr before He died Forsaken by the Father Despised by all the world He alone was born to be the Crucified
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory Though no rhyme could ever tell it And no words could ever say And no chord is foul enough to sing the pain Still we feel the burden And suffer with Your song You love us so and yet You bid us sing
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory
Upon the cross of glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoiced to hold Him Though soon He would be free For love must always have the victory Love must always have the victory
