On which the Prince of Glory died
My riches gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
See from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
Your name
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were and offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
1 comment:
Hi, Charity,
You are such a sweet, charitable person that I am glad the blog takes your name. Thanks for sharing! I hope your days are still filled with peace, despite the roller coaster of la vida. It's scary but exciting, huh?
Your friend,
April
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