Hallelujah, What a Saviour!

HALLELUJAH, WHAT A SAVIOUR!

In remembrance of this day...Good Friday, I would like to share with you the words of a few of my favorite hymns of all time.  Nothing published in music today stirs my soul like these hymns of old.

The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suffering and shame;

And I love that old cross where the dearest and best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.

Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God, left His glory above,

To bear it to dark Calvary.

In the old rugged ross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see;

For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died

To pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,

Its shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down.

I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it someday for a crown.

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.

AND FINALLY,

HALLELUJAH, WHAT A SAVIOUR!

"Man of Sorrows", what a name, for the Son of God who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude, in my place condemned He stood;

Sealed my pardon with His blood; Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Guilty, vile and helpless, we; spotless Lamb of God was He;

"full atonement" can it be? Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Lifted up was He to die, "It is finished," was His cry;

Now in Heaven exalted high; Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

When He comes, our glorious King, all His ransomed home to bring,

Then anew this song we'll sing; Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Amid all of the fun things like the Easter bunny and egg hunts this weekend, my prayer is that each of you, my friends, will reflect on the true meaning of this Easter season.  The Son of God came, died on that cross, then rose to Heaven for each one of us, that we can someday live with Him.

On Friday he died for each of us...Easter Sunday we celebrate his resurrection from the tomb!

HALLELUJAH, WHAT A SAVIOUR!

Happy Easter to each and every one of you.

Blessings,

Betsy