LB 396 Improvisasie: Aanskou die Heiland aan die Kruis.

The Season of Lent is upon us. And in the light of current world events I think this hymn to be fitting and proper.
Liedboek 396
Aanskou die Heiland, sien die kruis -
die Hemelvors, verag, verguis.
Vir my het Hy Hom daar laat hang .
Hy leef, Hy sterf - in my belang.
Hy hang, van God en mens verlaat,
Hy seën waar ander spot en haat.
Hy bly verdra, vergeef, versoen -
in só 'n redder sal ek roem.
Vir al my skuld het Hy betaal;
vir my in helle-angs gedaal.
Sy kruis , sy liefde onbegrens,
ontsluit in my 'n nuwe mens.
Hom kan ek nou met vreugde dien in ruimte deur sy kruis voorsien.
'n Liefde so volmaak en vry
eis alles, alles ook van my.
When I survey the wond'rous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory dy'd,
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.