Tattered Hymnal: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Tonight I chose the only Lenten hymn I know by heart. We are almost to the end of this Lenten journey and as I reflect back over the last six weeks, I am so thankful for the deep times of worship I have had with my hymnal in hand.

I hope you get a chance sometime this weekend to stop and consider what it's is all about. To truly survey the cross and let the gravity of its meaning settle over you.

And then don't forget about Sunday - because while we end this day mourning the death of our Savior, we awake on Easter morning to find that this is not the end.

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 an offering far too small

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all.