On Good Friday

O Sacred Head

O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, your only crown.
O sacred head, what glory
and blessing you have known!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I claim you as my own.

My Lord, what you did suffer
was all for sinner’s gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
So here I kneel, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
look on me with thy favor
and save me by your grace.

What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest Friend,
for this, your dying sorrow,
your pity without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
a loyal servant true,
and let me never, never
outlive my love to you.

“Jesus said, ‘It is finished.’ With that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.” John 19:30

The poem “O Sacred Head”, is attributed to Paul Gerhardt, 1656

‘Til He Shouts!

“Faith isn’t faith…..until….”

“Faith isn’t faith….until…..”

I read a quote I’ve not forgotten. “Faith isn’t faith until it’s all you have to hang onto.”

At first I thought it was a profound statement, but later came to believe it was inadequate and only the beginning of a greater truth.

Faith is indeed important but it must have an object. Faith in what? Faith in whom? Isn’t it possible for faith with no object to become merely a work of our human ability? Honestly, I don’t have much faith or hope left in my own human ability. Do you?

Many years ago I put my faith and hope in the greatest foundation of all, the ever-faithful solid rock, our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of our true hope, the ultimate object of our faith.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name

On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

When darkness veils His lovely face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil

(The Solid Rock___words by Edward Mote 1832)

‘Til He Shouts,