My blogging has been blogged down here of late.
As I sit here thinking about my Savior Jesus Christ, the Words of this Hymn came to me as being more appropriate than anything I could write. I reflect on the modern trend toward contemporary music and wonder… how can anyone not love the old hymns, especially this one? What has happened to believers in Christ that we would abandon such beauty?
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 1674-1748
From Cyber Hymnal