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.
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Prayer: Father God, today is the day that we fix our minds and hearts on the cross of Jesus. May we rest in His final words: It is finished! We have nothing to contribute to our salvation, nothing to add to what Jesus has already accomplished for us. By faith we remember. By faith we rest. Thank you for a love so amazing and divine. Amen.
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