FEB. 16, 2013
How will you spend the forty days of Lent? When I think of this season of the year my thoughts automatically turn to my favorite hymn, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demand my soul, my life, my all.
Issac Watts, 1674-1748