When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
What a horrible, terrifying day, the day the Son of God was crucified. This was man’s darkest hour. As Peter said in Acts 3, we had “killed the author of life.”
Yet, we call this day, “Good.” How strange. This is not some ironic name, but one which came from seeing the truth of that day. For on that day, as horrible as it was, Jesus took our sin upon Himself and paid the cost.
Even the guilt of that murder, itself, was covered by the blood of Christ which flowed so freely.
As those whose guilt was clear and whose punishment would be just, this day is truly good. For our guilt has been removed and that punishment paid.
So, by faith we can now stand before the throne of God as innocent as Christ, Himself. Our sins are gone. And there we do not boast, save in the death of Christ my God.
Truly God works all things for the good of those who love Him. He even worked our darkest hour for our good.
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
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.
In Christ’s Service,