Thursday, April 05, 2007

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown


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.


Isaac Watts

2 comments:

headphonaught said...

Love so amazing!!!

Amen, bro

Anonymous said...

The Cross is an event so amazing that all of history prior to Christ's Passion prepares for it, and all history since looks back.

Thank you for Your Cross, Lord Jesus