This morning as I was getting ready for my day, the song, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross came drifting into my spirit. Written by Isaac Watts (1674-1748), this wonderful hymn would have been sung by our Founding Fathers in the Colonies and as a New Nation. As we enter the New Year, 2021, may we keep our perspective to always embrace the Crucified.
- 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 present far too small, Love so amazing, so Divine, Demands my Soul, my Life, my All. Amen.
Apostello Journal 