A John Owen quote on the Love of Christ
John Owen "The Glory of Christ"
This makes me think of the hymn song "And Can it Be" by Charles Wesley.
He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:’
Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
Those these two mens doctrine were as different as night and day, their view of the importance and love of the death of Christ was placed at the forefront of all they believed. They both had great love and saw such great love for Christ in his sufferings and pains, and their lives where neither the same after they saw this. Our lives should be moved and changed when we think and view Christ death, the pain he suffered. They both saw the power in the blood.
Even Isaac Watts saw this great love "When I Survey The Wonderous Cross" , Charles Wesley was qouted as saying "he would give up all of his hymns to have written this one"
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.
Isaac Watts also wrote "Alas and Did My Savior Bleed"
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Thy body slain, sweet Jesus,
Thine—And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:Here,
Lord, I give my self away’
Tis all that I can do.