So I stopped and pondered.
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
Oh the Wonderful Cross
Oh the Wonderful Cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.
If I meditate on the truth that God graciously died in my place for my sins so I could be close to Him, if I meditate on the depths of that love and sacrifice, then I would not take the Cross for granted.
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