Seize the Moment – Day 1075

Today’s song focus will be

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

 

Galatians 6:14  (NASB95)            

 
 

“But may it never be that I would boast, except in the cross of our Lord Jesus

Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.”         

 

This ancient hymn was written by Isaac Watts in 1707, creating a hymn to be sung that would go along with the sermon of the day with this theologically based song.  As we are in the season of Lent, we will focus on the songs that point us to the whole reason we recognize this season. We will reflect on how Jesus would be fulfilling what had been foretold by the prophets of old. Jesus knew that the time was approaching when He would have to give the ultimate sacrifice for all of mankind…His life!

 

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

 

We need to wake up and remember the sacrifice that He gave for us…His life. And He promises us eternal life when we give Him our lives. What a great trade!!! So, whatever you may have given up for this season of Lent, it is just to help you, in a small way, demonstrate to those around you that you are joining with Christ in surrendering all to God.
 

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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

 
1
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.
 
2
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 through his blood.
 
3
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?
 
4
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.
 
 

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