Perhaps one, or perhaps THE greatest hymn of all time was written by Isaac Watts (1674-1748), a hymn that Charles Wesley apparently said he would have happily given up all the hymns he had written if he could have penned this one!
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?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
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.
Can you answer, yes, Amen, to that? If not then it is because you do not yet completely understand what it is all about. Leave your email in the feedback and I will try to help you in this journey.