Today, we remember...that terrible, wonderful day some 2,000 years ago. That day when an innocent man - nay, not just an innocent, but a sinless, perfect man - was ridiculed, brutally beaten, and hung on a cross to die. It was a horrible death - bleeding, bruised, with nails in His hands and feet, the very life being crushed from Him by His own weight, hanging suspended between heaven and earth.
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.