In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fear’s are stilled, when strivings cease
My comforter, my all in all
Here, in the love of Christ, I stand.
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fulness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save
‘Til on that cross, as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin, on him, was laid
Here, in the death of Christ, I live
There in the ground, his body lay
Light of the world, by darkness, slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave, he rose again
And as he stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am his and he is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Could ever pluck me from his hand
‘Til he returns or calls me home
Here, in the power of Christ, I stand
(Keith & Kristyn Getty)


Isaac Watts was born in 1674, the first of nine children. His father, a well–educated deacon in the dissenting Congregational Church of Southampton, England, was imprisoned for being a dissenter.
Watts had a bright and inquiring mind. By the age of twelve he had studied four languages in addition to English. He spoke very easily in rhyme, to the point of being an irritation to his father, who threatened him with a spanking if he continued. When Watts continued, his father carried out his threat, after which Issac responded, “O father, do some pity take, and I will no more verses make.”
At the age of 15 he complained to his father about the dull and uninspired singing by the congregation. (What might he think today?) His father challenged him to write something better. He preceded to write one new hymn per week for the next two years. Most of them from the Psalms, including “Jesus Shall Reign,” and “O God, Our Help in Ages Past.”
Later he began to write hymns based on Biblical facts and doctrine. In 1707, at the age of thirty-three, he wrote, “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.” Watts ultimately composed over 600 hymns.
Have you surveyed the cross lately?

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Lord 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 cross 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 composed so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an off’ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my heart, my life, my all.