“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. Forbid it Lord that I should boast Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’re such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? His dying crimson like a robe, Spreads o’er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, love so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.1”
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R. Albert Mohler Jr.,
The Apostles' Creed: Discovering Authentic Christianity in an Age of Counterfeits