Contests, RP App, Your Turn 2026
Borrowed language to thank my dearest Friend
As Moses raised the serpent up
so God’s own Son was lifted high.
Alas! My Saviour Jesus bled,
my Sovereign Lord did die.
His sacred head was wounded, scorned,
with grief and shame weighed down;
the Man of Sorrows mocked, despised,
with thorns his only crown.
From his dear head and hands and feet
such love and sorrow flowed.
How deep the Father’s love for me!
What mercy he bestowed!
Amazing pity, boundless grace,
and love beyond all measure:
My Jesus tasted death’s cold sting
to make a wretch his treasure.
What language shall I borrow?
My words a gift too small
to thank my dear Redeemer
who gave his life, his all.
My finest phrasing can’t suffice
to bless my matchless King.
“Crown him with many crowns!”
I join the angel choirs to sing.
“All blessing, honour, thanks and praise!”
repeats my grateful heart
while, echoing the saints of old,
I cry, “How great Thou art!”
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I have been blessed throughout the course of my life with an exposure to – and love of – sacred hymnary. I’ve rephrased beautiful, meaningful Easter hymns to express my deep gratitude for Christ’s sacrifice.
