Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Passion for the Cross

Sunday Morning Poetry

Missouri spring

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.
~ Isaac Watts

9 comments:

Diane said...

Beautiful old hymn. Lovely Sunday post. Diane

SE'LAH... said...

love an old hymn ;)

my favourite day to visit here. hope you are well. one love.

tracy said...

Beautiful, Relyn. Love love love your photo, too. Did you say you are visiting Sedona this summer? Oh, my, you are in for such a treat!

Erin Wallace said...

Oh, I cannot tell you how much this hymn swells my heart. Always a favorite of mine.

Rita said...

What a wonderful hymn. We all need a passion for the cross!

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

Love it, Relyn.

Amy said...

I love old hymns ... though they tend to make me a bit teary ...

Jennifer Richardson said...

Love this, Relyn!
Thank you for splashing these
words across my heart again.
Such timeless treasure.
-Jennifer

Sandy K. said...

I love the old hymns, which remind me of my grandmother and her own deep and unquestioning faith. Thank you....

Oldies, but Goodies