Lamentations 3:1-9,19-33
Psalms 22, 40:1-14, 54, 95
1 Peter 1:10-20
John 19:38-42
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.
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?
His dying crimson,
like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body
on the tree;
Then I am dead
to all the globe,
And all the globe
is dead to me.
Were the whole realm
of nature mine,
That were a present
far too small;
Love so amazing,
so divine,
Demands my soul,
my life, my all.
~ Isaac Watts
