FOR TWO-THOUSAND YEARS THE CROSS HAS PREVAILED! Roman emperors tried to stop it, Asian kings attempted to stamp it out, French, Russian, Spanish and Mexican revolutions tried to destroy its memory, neighbors, family and friends have tried to discourage it, and yet two-thousand years later, the Cross is still standing!

 

 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 Lord

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 ever such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown

 

Were the whole realm of nature mine

That were an offering far too small

Love so amazing so divine

Demands my soul my life my all

 

Author: Isaac Watts (1707)