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.
2 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.
3 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?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1898 |
| Topic: | TheChurch Year: The Passion; Christ: Cross of; Christ: Love of |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. I. Watts, 1707. |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | WE THANK THEE, LORD JESUS CHRIST |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Key: | d minor |
| Source: | German. 1560 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |