This is the day above all days. This is the day you were bought with a price. This is the day hope was born. It is what Frederick Buechner meant when he wrote, “If you were to put all the death that has ever been next to life it would scarcely fill a cup.”

Music was invented to capture the power of an event when mere words are not enough. Isaac Watts wrote these words about today. Read them slowly and worship the God who sent a Savior for you who was precious to Him.

Alas and did my Savior bleed, and die my Sovereign die!
Well might the sun in darkness hide, and shut its glories in,
When God the mighty maker, died for his own creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face while his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, and melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of tears can ne’er repay the debt of love I owe.
Here, Lord, I give myself away; ‘tis all that I can do.