Just a little thought for Easter, a beautiful reflection
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross...
When I survey the wondrous crossOn 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 an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Lovely
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