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 a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
The hymn is by Isaac Watts and is #308 in the ELH
The painting is by Brunelleschi, and is in Santa Maria Novella in Florence Italy.
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You know, today I went to the mall to get my daughter a birthday cookie. As I was walking through the mall, I told Scott, you know, God must be so disappointd in what he created. I am so tired of the freaks, and the stupid stuff. I know we are ALL sinners, I do understand that. But what I just don't have tolerance for is just plain stupid! And there is a whole lot of it...well there was in the mall today!
Beautiful hymn and picture. Have a blessed Easter!
It is after mid-night so I wanted to take just a moment and let you know I am thinking of you! I wanted you to know I am thinking of you and hoping you have a peaceful and blessed Easter Sunday.
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