Luke 23:32-34
32 Two other men, both criminals, were also led out with him to be executed. 33 When they came to the place called the Skull, they crucified him there, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. 34 Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”[a] And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.
The video you are about to see I seen for the first time on the internet last night even though I was looking for a video of the same hymn. I think these are wonderful words from the writer of the hymn – Catherine Baird. To think that a young man aged 33 died on the cross to save us from our sins. Could you do that?
1.
When Jesus looked o’er Galilee,
So blue and calm and fair,
Upon her bosom, could he see
A cross reflected there?
2.
When sunrise dyed the lovely deeps,
And sparkled in his hair,
O did the light rays seem to say:
A crown of thorns he’ll wear?
3.
When in the hush of eventide,
Cool waters touched his feet,
Was it a hymn of Calvary’s road
He heard the waves repeat?
4.
But when the winds triumphantly
Swept from the open plain,
The Master surely heard the song:
The Lord shall live again!
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Beautiful! your posts really refresh my soul. Thanks, again, for including the youtube link 🙂
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Encouraging post, Ken. I found the video uplifting as well. Soothes the soul. Blessings on this Sunday. Keep blogging!
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On Calvary’s tree the Prince of Glory languished, held not by nails but by undying love. Sin’s debt to pay, the sting of death remove. God’s own cleansing to provide. Mercy’s gate. Open wide! From that sacred hill, hope is gleaming still. Thy shame and grief he bore. Go in peace. Sin no more.His purple robes were parted ‘mong the soldiers, that sceptre reed discarded where it fell. Yet meekly born that crown of cruel thorn still attests his royal mite. Fears to quell. Wrongs to right. From that sacred hill, hope is gleaming still. Thy shame and grief he bore. Go in peace. Sin no more. Darkness descends the cross in mystery veiling, deep thunders roar and triumph rends the skies. As Jesus died, a willing sacrifice, God’s own word by blood is sealed, by his stripes we are healed. From that sacred hill, hope is gleaming still. Thy shame and grief he bore. Go in peace. Sin no more. His tender touch can heal the broken hearted. His ….. the darkness of despair. Come bring thy sin, thy sorrow, shame and care and believing thou shalt prove all the strength of his love. From that sacred hill, hope is gleaming still. Thy shame and grief he bore. Go in peace. Sin no more. (Salvation Army Song Book)
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From that sacred hill, hope is gleaming still. Thy shame and grief he bore. Go in peace. Sin no more. (Salvation Army Song Book)
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