From the cross the blood is falling

Verse 1

From the cross the blood is falling, And to us a voice is calling, Like a trumpet silver-clear. ’Tis the voice announcing pardon, It is finished is its burden, Pardon to the far and near.

Verse 2

Peace that precious blood is sealing, All our wounds for ever healing, And removing every load; Words of peace that voice has spoken, Peace that shall no more be broken, Peace between the soul and God.

Verse 3

Love its fullness there unfolding, Stand we here in joy beholding, To the exiled sons of men; Love the gladness past all naming, Of an open Heaven proclaiming, Love that bids us enter in.

Verse 4

God is love—we read the writing Traced so deeply in the smiting Of the glorious Surety there. God is light—we see it beaming Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming So divinely sweet and fair.

Verse 5

Cross of shame, yet tree of glory, Round thee winds the one great story Of this ever-changing earth; Center of the true and holy, Grave of human sin and folly, Womb of nature’s second birth.