I have written much about the plight of pride upon mankind and Christ’s humility.
But the sum total of my thoughts are contained in this hymn more succinctly and with more clarity than I will ever achieve.
That is why I wish to share it with you.
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.”
Isaac Watts (17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748)