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.
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.
I am lifted high each time I hear the version of this old hymn. Because of Christ's sacrifice for us we have the opportunity to do so much for Him and as He promised, have life more abundantly.
Ian
The song reminds me of what did the Lord Jesus Christ gave up when He chose to died at that wondrous cross!
It really demands my soul,my life my all.Glory be to God!
How wonderful. Praise you Lord, for the lilting voice of Kathryn Scott. So uplifting. This is my favourite version of When I Survey the Wondrous cross. And I know of 3 different tunes.
Inspiring and uplifting
Absolutely beautiful to hear on this Easter Monday, being unable to attend my little Baptist church here in the UK right now. Lord, save we Your children from what is to come during these darkening times whilst we remember never to take our eyes off that cross. Thank you for uploading and Thank You God.
Jesus asked, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" We need to ask, "My God, my God, why have you NOT forsaken me?" Only by the will of the Father and the power of the blood of the Son and the awakening of our mind by the Spirit that we have any hope. Why God bothers with us is a question that can't be answered. "Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my ALL."
My Lord, the darkness seems stronger that I can bear
Many giants stand near the dark trees of fear
My steps have faltered and I dwell in caves by the sea
The rushing waves crash on my shell of what I used to be
I am a dead man Lord whose skeleton should be washed ashore
The weight of my sin eats my bones and overcome my soul
Yet though I stand here naked, just marrow and alone
They say your love can restoreth flesh on dry bone
This beggar needs you Lord, this beggar loves you once more
If we consider how utterly undeserved the crucifixion was, we call it grace; if we consider the cost, we call it atonement; if we consider the effect, we call it new life, redemption, sanctification