When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory - TopicsExpress



          

When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died; my richest gain I count but loss, & 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 eer such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross bids me come and die and find that I may truly live! O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross! All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name. 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.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 14:04:47 +0000

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