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The Joy of the Cross

Updated: Feb 6

Madame Guyon, "The Joy of the Cross" 

1647 - 1717

Long plunged in sorrow, I resign

My soul to that dear hand of thine,

Without reserve or fear;

That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;

Or into smiles of glad surprise

Transform the falling tear.

My sole possession is thy love;

In earth beneath, or heaven above,

I have no other store;

And, though with fervent suit I pray,

And importune thee night and day,

I ask thee nothing more.

My rapid hours pursue the course

Prescribed them by love’s sweetest force,

And I thy sovereign will,

Without a wish to escape my doom;

Though still a sufferer from the womb,

And doomed to suffer still.

By thy command, where’er I stray,

Sorrow attends me all my way,

A never–failing friend;

And, if my sufferings may augment

Thy praise, behold me well content—

Let sorrow still attend!

It cost me no regret, that she,

Who followed Christ, should follow me,

And though, where’er she goes,

Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet,

I love her, and extract a sweet

From all my bitter woes.

Adieu! ye vain delights of earth,

Insipid sports, and childish mirth,

I taste no sweets in you;

Unknown delights are in the cross,

All joy beside to me is dross;

And Jesus thought so too.

The cross! Oh, ravishment and bliss—

How grateful e’en its anguish is;

Its bitterness how sweet!

There every sense, and all the mind,

In all her faculties refined,

Tastes happiness complete.

Souls once enabled to disdain

Base sublunary joys, maintain

Their dignity secure;

The fever of desire is passed,

And love has all its genuine taste,

Is delicate and pure.

Self–love no grace in sorrow sees,

Consults her own peculiar ease;

‘Tis all the bliss she knows;

But nobler aims true Love employ;

In self–denial is her joy,

In suffering her repose.

Sorrow and love go side by side;

Nor height nor depth can e’er divide

Their heaven–appointed bands;

Those dear associates still are one,

Nor till the race of life is run

Disjoin their wedded hands.

Jesus, avenger of our fall,

Thou faithful lover, above all

The cross has ever borne!

Oh, tell me,—life is in thy voice—

How much afflictions were thy choice,

And sloth and ease thy scorn!

"Thy choice and mine shall be the same,

Inspirer of that holy flame

Which must for ever blaze!

To take the cross and follow thee,

Where love and duty lead, shall be

My portion and my praise."

The cross and resurrection is my favourite thing to contemplate. The finished work of Jesus in the world and in my life is a marvel.

When the Word says that death has been defeated and that God has removed the power of sin off of us, we can do what he tells us to, and rejoice in every trial. Every regret, pain and grief is then a means for receiving his promises.

The night before he died, Jesus was able to say to his Father, “I have brought you glory on earth by completing the work you gave me to do” (John 17:4).

When death no longer holds us, neither does it's fruit. Every curse that seems to come against us is upturned by the resurrection into blessing, once we are in Christ. There is no "wait and see". It's done. We cannot see all of the steps that have already been predestined by God to arrive there, but we have already arrived, when we believe in the Lamb who was slain for our sins. There are no exceptions in his salvation.

God is the author and finisher of our faith. Because we now see through a glass dimly, the chasm between our trouble and the day of redemption often appears insurmountable. Vast. Threatening. Like a wide open grave. But, when we put on our corrective lenses, through his living Word, he can pull us up to his point of view. There, we can behold that there isn't a single grief or fear that isn't going to astonish and dazzle in the splendor of his glorious, redeeming grace. So much so, that we are going to rejoice that the trials happened. Yes. Even this.

The surpassing worth of knowing Christ requires that we experience the valley of the shadow of death. The deeper the valley, the greater the revelation of God's love, as his rivers of life rush down to embrace us in mercy. To know sorrow is to look to the power in the blood of the Lamb that makes every shadow spring into song, "Risen!"

At the name of Jesus, every ache and pain is an invitation to marvel at our Redeemer. To suffer the depth of our pain and sin, in Jesus, is to know the depth of his love -- and the power and glory of redemption.

As we cling to the blood of Jesus, we triumph in him. It will be worth it. He is worthy!



1 Corinthians 15:55


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