Sunday's Hymn: 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

 Hamburg

 Rockingham

Folk tune

The Gettys - Hamburg

Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

• Searcher of Hearts, From Mine Erase at The Happy Wonderer
• God your everlasting light at The Upward Call
• He Shall Reign Forever! at Theology for Girls
• Your Love, Poured into the Heart of Jesus from Trevin Wax
• Your weekly dose of Spurgeon: Poor exchanges at Pyromaniacs
• He Hath Said at Tried With Fire

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.

Linked Together: With God

On the Other Side
What awaits the believer after death? Kevin DeYoung writes:

In trumpeting the good news of cosmic renewal let us not lose sight of the hope that anchors the believer in hard times and is the reality awaiting us on the other side of suffering and death: we really do go to heaven when we die.

Read Away from the Body and at Home with the Lord.

In a Beetle’s Hole
Here’s a post on the same subject as my post yesterday at Out of the Ordinary, and starting with the same child’s question, too, explaining why it’s important for us to understand that God is present in a dung beetle’s hole (Aaron Denlinger).

Everywhere That We Can Be

It’s been a busy day and until now I’ve had no time to tell you that I posted at Out of the Ordinary this morning on the omnipresence of God.

“Where is God?” The best I could do when my small children asked this question was answer, “He’s everywhere, but you can’t see him or touch him or hear him.” This, of course, leads to more questions: How can a being exist that we can’t see or touch or hear? And how can something be everywhere? (I have no child-sized answers to those questions. I’m not sure I have adult-sized answers, either. How could a finite mind hope to explain the infinite and incomprehensible?)

Read the whole piece on this perfection of our infinite God.