We sang this today.
On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross
The emblem of suff’ring and shame
And I love that old Cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain
Christ was the best — pure, lovely, graceful, humble, devout, gentle, kind, wise — and it was precisely Him who had to die for someone like me.
What a thought to dwell on this Sunday.