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.

I am so grateful to a God who loved me so much he sent his son to die for me. How can we grasp such love as this?

Glad for beautiful sunshine today. We have a house full of people and D coming tonight as well. Its a good job that none of them seem to mind the chaos and mess we are in - no tidying before they arrive as I used to do! Just come and fit in! I can't be proud any more! I love being surrounded by people.

Yesterdays dialysis went fine and I stopped bleeding quite quickly. Hurrah!

I hope you all have weekends full of family and friends.