For you!

We are so prone to wander... but one thought upon the love of Jesus can light up the soul from its faithless, fearful, doubting inclinations. If you did not yet think upon the love of Jesus today, do so!

"The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me!" Galatians 2:20

Is Jesus precious to your heart?

Is He the object of your supreme admiration and delight?

Does He have your warmest affection?

Do you love Jesus?

" When we shall come home and enter to the possesion of our Brother's fair kingdom, and when our heads shall find the weight of the eternal crown of glory, and when we shall look back to pains and sufferings; then shall we see life and sorrow to be less than one step or stride from a prison to glory; and that our little inch of time - suffering is not worthy our first night's welcome home to heaven.'

 Samuel Rutherford ' The Lovelieness of Christ '

Hymn of the week- 10?

I don't really know where did I stop on the ' hymn of the week series' :) but I suppose it is never too late to re-start or rather continue from wherever we stopped. This week there seems to be always someone singing, playing or even whistling this beautiful hymn by Isaac Watts. Upon meditating in its words I realised how profound they are! Charles Wesley re­port­ed­ly said he would give up all his other hymns to have writ­ten this one. In an article by Answers in Genesis on the Crucifixion we read ' How could we ever adequately respond to this immeasurable gift? Our words could never sufficiently express the gratitude owed to our Savior. Some of our greatest songwriters have attempted to capture the beautiful truth of Christ’s sacrifice, but even their exceptional words fall short.' Perhaps Isaac Watts came the closest in his magnificent hymn, “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.”  I agree!

   "Oh wondrous cross! Oh amazing love! Demands my soul, my life, my all!"

“May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Galatians 6:14

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?