Status: Not Logged In; Sign In ReligionSee other Religion ArticlesTitle: In the Garden Source: [None] URL Source: [None] Published: Aug 21, 2022 Author: Alan Jackson - singer Post Date: 2022-08-21 12:33:10 by Lod Keywords: NoneViews: 284 Comments: 13 Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest Begin Trace Mode for Comment # 5. #1. To: Lod (#0) When I Survey The Wondrous Cross -- Isaac Watts, 1707 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’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 18:53:30 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #3. To: StraitGate (#1) Amen, and thank you. Lod posted on 2022-08-21 20:21:05 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #4. To: Lod (#3) One of my top three favorite hymns. Around here, we sometimes sing the third verse without instrumental accompaniment. StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 20:57:00 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #5. To: StraitGate, 4um (#4) appropriate "more now than then" Lod posted on 2022-08-21 21:33:27 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply Replies to Comment # 5. #6. To: Lod (#5) StraitGate posted on 2022-09-07 20:59:51 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply End Trace Mode for Comment # 5. Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest
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Title: In the Garden Source: [None] URL Source: [None] Published: Aug 21, 2022 Author: Alan Jackson - singer Post Date: 2022-08-21 12:33:10 by Lod Keywords: NoneViews: 284 Comments: 13
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#1. To: Lod (#0) When I Survey The Wondrous Cross -- Isaac Watts, 1707 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’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 18:53:30 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #3. To: StraitGate (#1) Amen, and thank you. Lod posted on 2022-08-21 20:21:05 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #4. To: Lod (#3) One of my top three favorite hymns. Around here, we sometimes sing the third verse without instrumental accompaniment. StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 20:57:00 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply #5. To: StraitGate, 4um (#4) appropriate "more now than then" Lod posted on 2022-08-21 21:33:27 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply Replies to Comment # 5. #6. To: Lod (#5) StraitGate posted on 2022-09-07 20:59:51 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply End Trace Mode for Comment # 5. Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross -- Isaac Watts, 1707 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’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross -- Isaac Watts, 1707
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’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 18:53:30 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
Amen, and thank you.
Lod posted on 2022-08-21 20:21:05 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
One of my top three favorite hymns. Around here, we sometimes sing the third verse without instrumental accompaniment.
Around here, we sometimes sing the third verse without instrumental accompaniment.
StraitGate posted on 2022-08-21 20:57:00 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
appropriate "more now than then"
Lod posted on 2022-08-21 21:33:27 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
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