Dear Friends,
As we prepare for our Holiest of Weeks, I share a hymn and the miracle of the cross today. A cross is an instrument of loathing, suffering, death, fear, and shame. We ought to look at it with loathing. And yet, through the sacrifice of Christ, the very “Prince of glory,” the cross has become “wondrous,” capable of inspiring admiration, gratitude, and love—the way to resurrection.
May the cross of Christ bring you resurrection in all aspects of your life this week.
Please take this hymn as a balm to your soul.
- 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.