Wondrous Loss Timothy R. Smith, Harry Hagan, OSB

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Lyrics

1. At noon our Christ took up his cross
That he might show by wondrous loss
The height and depth of love divine:
Made perfect now in human time.
2. By death he made his cross a tree
To bear the fruit of victory:
A shelter for the Kingdom's poor,
The Tree of Life by death restored.
Refrain
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul, O my soul?
What wondrous love is this,
O my soul?
3. All praise to Christ the crucified,
Who by his cross has glorified
The prayer and work of ev'ry hand
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry land.

Text: Verses, Harry Hagan, OSB, © 1999, St. Meinrad Archabbey. Music © 2003, Timothy R. Smith. Published by OCP. All rights reserved.