WEDNESDAY, MARCH 4, 2015
For me the words of Isaac Wattts hymn says it so very plainly
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 then to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did o’er such love and sorrow meet,
or throne compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.