But, on that dreadful day, because of the death of one man, not just any man, but the Son of God Himself - God made flesh, Immanuel - life came to every man. A very bad day, became a very good day -
Because of Jesus.
In the words of Isaac Watts, penned over 300 years ago:
- Alas! and did my Savior bleedAnd did my Sov’reign die?Would He devote that sacred headFor such a worm as I?Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
- And bathed in its own blood—While the firm mark of wrath divine,His soul in anguish stood.
- Was it for crimes that I had doneHe groaned upon the tree?Amazing pity! grace unknown!And love beyond degree!
- Well might the sun in darkness hideAnd shut his glories in,When Christ, the mighty Maker died,For man the creature’s sin.
- Thus might I hide my blushing faceWhile His dear cross appears,Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,And melt my eyes to tears.
- But drops of grief can ne’er repayThe debt of love I owe:Here, Lord, I give myself away,’Tis all that I can do.
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