"When I survey the wondrous cross"

Hymn written by Isaac Watts
  1. 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.
  1. 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.
  1. See from His head, His hands, His feet,
        Sorrow and love flow mingling down!
    Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
        Or thorns compose such rich a crown?
  1. His dying crimson, like a robe,
        Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
    Then am I dead to all the globe,
        And all the globe is dead to me.
  1. 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!
 






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