Before it was about me

Before it was about me,
It was always about you.
When through sinful eyes I see
You on the old twisted tree
I see you making much of me.

But it’s you, displaying you!

Righteousness to be upheld,
For sin’s judgment was withheld.
Your Justice to be maintained,
Till the cross’ wood was stained
By Your Son dying on earth,
To display Your glory’s worth.

And it’s you, displaying you!

The bright center of the cross
Is the shining forth of you.

Wrath now is satisfied.
The door of mercy swings wide.
God haters now become sons
Of the Most High and Holy One.
And now we sing of your grace
As we look upon your face.

And it’s you, displaying you!