Monday, October 15, 2007
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,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
"Today, even amongst Christians, there can be found much of that spirit that wants to give as little as possible to the Lord, and yet t...
-
We had a fantastic time visiting Craig in New York City. This was our third trip to the Big Apple to visit Craig and probably the best. W...
No comments:
Post a Comment