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I am tearfully overcome with a strange mixture of both heart-wrenching grief for both His pain, and my sin which brought that pain, as well as a profound thankfulness for the love of God to me. There are no words that can come even close enough, except maybe this grand old Isaac Watts hymn.
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 on 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.
Isn’t that a beautiful hymn? I haven’t looked a Hymnal in a while. I wonder why that is? Most modern songs don’t even come close to these theologically rich grand old hymns. If it’s been a while for you too, I would encourage you to reflect on a couple of these timeless classics again; they’re beautiful!
My hope and prayer for you, my friend, is that you might take a little time out of your busy schedule to simply prayerfully reflect on what God paid for you. Thank you, Jesus.
Have a very blessed Easter.