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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
Of John the Baptist
“And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
to give his people the knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.” Luke 1: 76-79
Decorating! A Victorian ironwork porch emerges glorious from years of caked on paint. What kind of a workman is God? Does he just go for a “quick fix”?No. His plan is transformation.It is healing work, done with gentleness, honesty & love.There will be some tears. It is not cheap; it cost Jesus His life. When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of glory died,My richest gain I count but loss,And pour contempt on all my pride. ...See, from His head, His hands, His feet,Sorrow and love flow mingled down.Did e’er such love and sorrow meetOr 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.- Isaac WattsMay God’s hand be on you 😊Lesley & GrahamThis is Graham’s reflection no. 80!Posted by Holy Trinity Church Frome on Wednesday, 24 June 2020