The Sacrifice

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20

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

Charles Wes­ley re­port­ed­ly said he would give up all his other hymns to have writ­ten this one. I am moved to give up my pettiness, jealousy and judgemental nature when I read the words to this hymn. The work that Christ did on the cross humbles and breaks me each time I meditate on it. He could have stopped the suffering at any time, but He didn't. He chose to be obedient to the Father to the point of death....a greater example of love will never be shown. Thank you Jesus. Thank you for being the atonement for my sin and covering it with your blood so that I can have direct communion with God and eternal life.