I’ll say very little here. There’s not much I can add to the stunning words of this hymn. This weekend, set aside 15 minutes to practice the discipline of self-examination by reading and entering into the lyrics and sentiments of this hymn. In your mind’s eye, look at Christ on the Cross. Consider why he is crucified there — how his love for you, and his grace for your own sin, led him to that place of agony and miracle.
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?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
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.
— Isaac Watts, Public Domain