When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Yesterday being Good Friday, I took some time to think about what Jesus did for me in dying on the cross... and, of course, this hymn came to mind. So I thought I'd post it here for you all. Please actually read it and really think about it.

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. 

This morning I watched the following video (which was sent to me by Rebeka) and thought it went well with the hymn and with the whole point of, well, everything. But especially this weekend. 

Happy Resurrection day!