and the mystery and power of Gods love given in Christ 

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. 

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.”

Gospel of Luke 23:34 Jesus cried out in a loud voice,
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit”: Gospel of Luke 23:46