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He Paid The Sacrifice
(Playing ~ "Alas, and Did My Saviour Bleed")

"When He was on the cross, I was on His mind."

The Cross Was His Own

They borrowed a bed to lay His head
When Christ the Lord came down;
They borrowed the ass in the mountain pass
For Him to ride to town;

But the crown that He wore and the cross that He bore
Were His own ~
The cross was His own.

He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed
On the grassy mountain-side,
He borrowed the dish of broken fish
With which He satisfied.

But the crown that He wore and the cross that He bore
Were His own ~
The cross was His own.

He borrowed a ship in which to sit
To teach the multitude;
He borrowed a nest in which to rest ~
He had never a home so rude;

But the crown that He wore and the cross that He bore
Were His own ~
The cross was His own.

He borrowed a room on His way to the tomb
The Passover Lamb to eat;
They borrowed a cave for Him a grave,
They borrowed a winding-sheet.

But the crown that He wore and the cross that He bore
Were His own ~
The cross was His own.

~ Author Unknown

This poem was taken from the book Christ and the Fine Arts. A full explanation of material I have used from that book is on my page, "One Solitary Life."

The Seven Last Words of Jesus

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
~ Luke 23:34

"Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with Me in paradise."
~ Luke 23:43

"Woman, behold thy son! Behold thy mother!"
~ John 19:26,27

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
~ Matthew 27:46

"I thirst."
~ John 19:28

"It is finished."
~ John 19:30

"Father, into Thy hands I commend My Spirit:"
~ Luke 23:46

You, Me and the Cross

They nailed our Savior to a cross
Where He suffered, bled and died
There He paid an awful cost
While His mother watched … and cried.

Jesus knew no sin … he spoke no guile
He came to do the Father’s will
So He drank the pungent bile
And His blood flowed down Calvary’s hill.

They sealed Him in a silent tomb
While Roman soldiers stood nearby
Tho’ a grave was not our Redeemer’s doom
In three days He arose … alive!

God rolled aside the granite stone
And Jesus walked past the guards who swooned
Thus … for all our sins He did atone
Satan’s plan was ruined.

He washed our scarlet sins away
And made them white as snow
Eternal life shall be ours one day
For He told us so.

Now as the Father views the cross
He sees not His Son on the tree
God looks at two that once were lost
He sees you … and He sees me.

~ written by Clay Parkinson
November 28, 2002

(My thanks to the author for giving me his permission to use.)

He Never Said a Mumblin' Word

See how they done my Lord,
They led Him into Pilate's hall,
They put on Him a thorny crown,
They put on Him a purple robe,
They nailed Him to the cross,
He suffered on the cross,
They pierced Him in the side,
He bowed His head and died,
And He never said a mumblin'word !

~ from a Spiritual

Alas, and Did My Saviour Bleed
(words to music playing)

"Alas, and did my Saviour bleed and did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?

"Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown, and love beyond degree!

"Well might the sun in darkness hide, and shut His glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker died for man, the creature's sin.

"But drops of grief can ne'er repay the debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'tis all that I can do.

Amen."

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 ................................Hugh Wilson, 1764-1824

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