Edward C. Quine, 1857–1942
1 Glory to Jesus, Son of God most high, the crucified! Glory to Jesus, throned above the sky, for me He died; high on Your throne, Your ear, Lord Jesus, bend as grateful hearts now to Yourself ascend. 2 Deep were Your sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned — Gethsemane! Bloodlike Your sweat, Lord, falling to the ground — so heavily; dark was the earth; the heavens were darker still, O Christ my God! is this the Father's will? 3 Thorns wreathed Your brow when hanging on the tree — man's cruelty! Why lavish love like this, O Lord on me? Such love on me! Would that my soul could understand its length, its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength! 4 Your precious blood was freely shed for me — on Calvary, to save me now and for eternity, to set me free. Nor death, nor hell, nor things below — above can sever me from Your eternal love. 5 Like shoreless seas, Your love can know no bound, on me outpoured, vast, wide, immense, unfathomed and profound; I love you, Lord! And when above, my crown is at Your feet, I'll praise You still for Calvary's mercy seat. Amen.
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Holy Week
This hymn was posted as an aid to meditation for Holy Week 2010
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All the hymns chosen focus our thoughts on the cross of Christ, which is the only thing in which a Christian may boast (Galatians 6:14). They remind us of our sin, the reason for Christ's death. But they point us forward to his coming in glory, the hope of heaven. We need both the backward look to Calvary lest we forget our purification from our former sins (2 Peter 1:9), and the forward look to glory that motivates us to purify ourselves, just as Christ is pure (1 John 3:3).
