Hopefully you’ve been reading Bob’s Holy Week postings at The Daily Blogster, but it’s not too late to catch up if you haven’t yet.
For the accounts of Christ’s crucifixion, read Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23, or John 19. It wouldn’t be a good use of space to reproduce the entire texts, and I don’t have the time to comment on them to the extent that they deserve.
However, I am going to leave this devotional thought, an old hymn text penned nearly 300 years ago by the great Isaac Watts.
“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.