When
I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Jesus, perfect in every way, loved us then, Loves us
still and always will. What He did on the cross for us was more than any one of
us could be prideful or boast about in anything we do. His death was the
greatest achievement of mankind. Not because He died, but because He did it for
you and I. He suffered and loved us at the same time. His love demands us to
love Him back and give our lives over to Him. How can we think of doing
anything less?
Lyrics by Isaac Watts, arranged by Lowell Mason
“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 ere 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. Amen.”
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