Thursday, 25 August 2011
Jesus died for me
And saw three crosses there;
On left and right were nailed two thieves,
The cross between was bare.
A soldier took his sword in hand,
Then pointing it at me;
He said,"You there, prepare to die.
That cross is meant for thee."
I quickly fell upon my knees,
For mercy did I cry;
As strong hands grabbed my hands and feet,
I shouted, "Why, oh why?"
And then a voice both soft and sweet
Was heard above the din;
"Let this one go, take me instead.
I’ll pay his debt of sin."
With his body torn and bleeding,
And thorn marks ’round his head;
With face bruised where they beat him,
He stepped into my stead.
Then Jesus laid upon the cross,
His life to freely give;
That all my sins be washed away,
And through his death, I’d live.
He stretched his arms out open wide,
No struggle did he make;
As they prepared to nail him there,
His life to gladly take.
They drove the spikes in hands and feet
And slammed the cross in place;
His bones were shaken out of joint,
And blood flowed down his face.
"Forgive them, Father"’ was his cry,
They know not what they’ve done.
They do not realize that you,
Have sent your only son."
Deep darkness filled the noonday sky
And trembling shook the ground;
As God, the Father, turned away,
While God, the Son, gazed ’round.
"It’s finished now", the Saviour said.
"The door stands open wide;
Into thy hand’s my spirit comes."
And then they pierced his side.
The graves were bursting open,
And dead men walked around;
The temple veil was rent in twain,
And I fell to the ground.
When I awoke, the night had passed
And sunshine flooded in;
I cried, "Dear Lord, forgive me please,
And cleanse me from my sin.
For you sent down your only son,
A ransom for the lost;
And I see you included me,
When counting out the cost.
Take o’er the reins that guide my life,
Remove my wilful pride;
Sweep clean my heart and enter in,
Forever, there abide."
Yes, I dreamt I stood at Calvary
And saw those crosses three;
Yet no longer do I look with fear
Where Jesus died for me.
John Wesley was almost in despair. He did not have the faith to continue to preach. When death stared him in the face, he was fearful and ...