Saturday, March 22, 2008

Holy Week :: When I survey

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 an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
When I survey

What does this song say/mean to you?

For me... well, it sums up the whole Easter story and helps to frame my response to such love... such grace... with my life... my soul... and my all.

1 comment:

Laura Whispering said...

i love the last verse of that song ...the acknowledgement of all Christ did for us and then the call to respond. It's not enough just to survey the cross... we have to go and do something (give something) in response.

It's funny that you posted this.. it's a song i've been thinking about a lot this week. Think i'm gonna use it with my young folk tonight.


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