Man of sorrows, what a name.
Its Good Friday today. I miss being in GBC, and I miss singing all my favourite hymns :(
Today I read 3 entries of Spurgeon to catch up from where I left off.
I really feel like singing Man of Sorrows, Old Rugged Cross, and most of all, How Deep the Father’s Love for us. The line that kept haunting me this morning was: It was our sin that held him there, until it was accomplished.
This has to be the most beautiful and true hymn ever written. Each line just hits home in the heart, and right now all I really wish is to be able to sing it over and over until I fully rediscover and understand the meaning and wonder of love and forgiveness.
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom