Hymn of the Week: The Cross I

This is a song we, sang today in church. It has a rich history and wonderful author by the name of Isaac Watts. I love this Hymn primarily for its words. The music in this hymn, to be honest is on and off. The last verse is worth the rest of the song. The crescendo is the high light and to be honest the other parts are a bit of a drag at the first of the verse picking up as we go along. But I must say the last verse is not only my favorite musically but lyrically it takes my proverbial cake. It shows how we can not pay the debt we owe to Christ, its never enough, it is a source of true humility. These are words to live by, you would do well to remember them and live them. This is the heart of a cross centered life.

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.

Words by Isaac Watts

Words pulled off of CyberHymnal.org