My Redeemer is beautiful! I am meditating on the great hymn Alas! and Did my Savior Bleed? Was it for sins that I have done He suffered on the tree? Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I? Here, Lord, I give myself away. ‘Tis all that I can do. And step by step on this journey of faith, Jesus restores my soul.
I was not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold, but with the precious blood, as a lamb, unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ.
He took up my infirmities and carried my sorrows,
He was pierced for my transgressions, He was crushed from my iniquities; the punishment that brought me peace was upon Him, and by His wounds I am healed.
His Cross is my Tree of Life
God forbid that I should boast in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world has been crucified to me; and I to the world.
It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave Himself for me.