Good Friday!

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.

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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.

(Photo credit: John, Location: Lake Yale, Leesburg, FL)

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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?

(Photo location: Hibriten Mountain, Lenoir, NC)

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Photo credit: John, Location: King’s Creek, Cape Charles, Va.)

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.

Amen.

(Lyrics written in 1707 by Isaac Watts. Hymn is in the public domain.)