Today was a communion service in our church. Unlike a lot of our sister churches, we Presbyterians only celebrate the Lord's Supper four times a year. Personally, I think it makes it more meaningful. To remember in a special service, the Lord's death for our salvation.

One of the hymns especially struck me:

"My Lord, my master, at thy feet adoring,

I see thee bowed beneath thy load of woe;

For me a sinner is thy life-blood pouring;

For thee, my saviour scarce my tears will flow.

Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold thee;

With friendships kiss and loyal word he came;

How oft of faithful love my lips have told thee,

While thou has seen my falsehood and my shame!

With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems thy weakness.

With blows and outrage adding pain to pain;

Thou are unmoved and steadfast in thy meekness;

When I am wronged how quickly I complain!

My lord my saviour, when I see thee wearing

Upon thy bleeding brow the crown of thorns

Shall I for pleasure, live or shrink from bearing

Whate'er my lot may be of pain or scorn?

O victim of thy love! O pangs most healing!

O saving death! O fruitful agonies!

I pray thee Christ, before thee humbly kneeling,

For ever keep thy cross before my eyes.

(You had to be there really).