The coldest hour is just before the dawn. On this day, long ago, Jesus lay in the tomb . In the words of the Apostles' Creed, He descended into Hell. Jesus, the Lamb of God, took upon himself the death, the hate, the despair of you and I.
This hymn by Isaac Watt is called When I Survey the Wondrous Cross. It was first published in 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.
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