Some time ago while remembering the Lord on the Lord's Day we sang a familiar hymn:
When we survey the wondrous cross
How true! -- contempt must be poured on all our pride when one beholds that sight, the cross on which the Lord of glory died. But is it so, "and pour contempt on all our pride?"
And when we sang the second verse its truth came home still more to the conscience:
Forbid it, Lord, that we should boast,
How true! If such a one died to deliver us out of this present evil age then the vain things that charm us most, not the sinful things, must be relinquished. But is it really so -- all the vain things that charm us most -- we'd sacrifice them to His blood?
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
And then once more the heart said, How true! Marvelous sight the Lord of Glory on that cross for me! Forsaken of God, paying the penalty of my sins, drinking the cup of wrath, untasted by me. Such love surely demands our soul, our life, our all. But is it so? How often we sing these blessed truths and our lives are strangers to them. God grant that we may live out the truth of the cross in our lives. May the deliverance, the victory, the power of His cross be manifested in our lives. Dead to the world and the world dead to me.