Monday, 29 November 2010

Orkney Islands - 22

As we gaze on our Crucified Lord outside the Italian Chapel, let us meditate on the words of the hymn that follows.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

We now watch a lovely video showing the Final Profession of Br Martin Mary on the Orkney Island of Papa Stronsay on 15 August of this year. He is certainly trying to live out the words of the final verse of our hymn.

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