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?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

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.

Isaac Watts penned this hymn in 1707. Charles Wesley said he would have given up all of his hymns to have written this one. Watts wrote many of his hymns from age 20-22. Wow.

As Easter comes near, I encourage you to focus on the Cross. Don't ever get over it. The sacrifice, grace, beauty, blood..."did e'er such love and sorrow meet?"

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?

Watts also penned this hymn. The answer to those raised questions is YES. Resounding YES.
Our Savior bled, our Sovereign died, He devoted himself for sinners such as I.
What a blessed, amazing Savior we serve!