tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834557165530518785.post2523706860749239667..comments2024-03-15T14:18:44.398+01:00Comments on SSCC Picpus BLOG: SSCC Picpus Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02501259495670113436noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834557165530518785.post-22308673723576709742014-04-19T22:50:20.921+02:002014-04-19T22:50:20.921+02:00Thank you for posting these photos. The words of t...Thank you for posting these photos. The words of the hymn "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross" by Isaac Watts comes to mind: <br /><br />“When I survey the wondrous cross<br />On which the Prince of glory died,<br />My richest gain I count but loss,<br />And pour contempt on all my pride.<br /><br />Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,<br />Save in the death of Christ my God!<br />All the vain things that charm me most,<br />I sacrifice them to His blood.<br /><br />See from His head, His hands, His feet,<br />Sorrow and love flow mingled down!<br />Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,<br />Or thorns compose so rich a crown?<br /><br />His dying crimson, like a robe,<br />Spreads o’er His body on the tree;<br />Then I am dead to all the globe,<br />And all the globe is dead to me.<br /><br />Were the whole realm of nature mine,<br />That were a present far too small;<br />Love so amazing, so divine,<br />Demands my soul, my life, my all.”<br /><br />Diane C. Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06074376884995285490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834557165530518785.post-72785200256625884182014-04-19T22:45:04.962+02:002014-04-19T22:45:04.962+02:00Thank you for posting this pictures. The words to ...Thank you for posting this pictures. The words to the hymn "When I Survey The Wondrous Cross" by Isaac Watts come to mind.<br />When I survey the wondrous cross<br />On which the Prince of glory died,<br />My richest gain I count but loss,<br />And pour contempt on all my pride.<br />Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,<br />Save in the death of Christ my God!<br />All the vain things that charm me most,<br />I sacrifice them to His blood.<br />See from His head, His hands, His feet,<br />Sorrow and love flow mingled down!<br />Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,<br />Or thorns compose so rich a crown?<br />His dying crimson, like a robe,<br />Spreads o’er His body on the tree;<br />Then I am dead to all the globe,<br />And all the globe is dead to me.<br />Were the whole realm of nature mine,<br />That were a present far too small;<br />Love so amazing, so divine,<br />Demands my soul, my life, my all.<br /><br />Diane C. Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06074376884995285490noreply@blogger.com