HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOUR!

Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

-Phil­ip P. Bliss

I love the Easter weekend, that is, Good Friday, Saturday and Easter Sunday! I can almost hear the shout of joy that rings through the air and smell the overwhelming fragrance of victory that oozes into the streets, I cannot help but do some dancing! At the end of an extremely long half semester, to be reminded of who I’m working for and what I can look forward to, is certainly wonderfully refreshing.

I love this entire weekend because it remembers the death and resurrection of Jesus. Christmas is lovely too and I love Christmas, but Good Friday and Easter just brings it home for me. Good Friday reminds me of the extent to which Jesus went to bring me (and us) to our Father. I am of no use in this horrible horrible ordeal that Jesus went through, I just sit there and receive the profits of his act of ‘divine madness’. It is at this point in time when I realise that all I hold dear in my life, all that I consider important really pales into insignificance to the brilliance that comes with getting to know MY saviour.

This is the God that went down to hell to bring me back. This is my lord, this is my friend, and this is my saviour.
HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOUR!