Today we sang….
When I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin….
My sin–oh! the bliss of this glorious thought!!
My sin–not in part, but the whole–
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more—
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!
…Then sings my soul, my Savior, God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Jesus, You are real, ALIVE, and You still love me! Wow.
This is love! (1 John 4:10)