Hymnology 101

Sometimes, a hymn will get my spiritual attention like nothing else will. Today:

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 an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

I heard it. Loudly and clearly. I have a lot of vain things that have been charming me lately. Oh, that love so amazing, so divine, would truly demand my soul, my life, my all.

I allow a lot of other things to demand my soul, my life, my all. I'm not sure how much of it is driven by that love so amazing, so divine.

Still thinking. Hopefully now praying.

Night.

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