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 present far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.
|First Line:||When I survey the wondrous cross|
|Title:||When I Survey the Wondrous Cross|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Topic:||Christian Year: Palm Sunday; Christian Year: Maundy Thursday; Christian Year: Good Friday(7 more...)|
|Harmonizer:||Edward Miller (1790)|
|Source:||Second Supplement to Psalmody in Miniature, 1783|
|Notes:||(alternate tune: HAMBURG, 223)|
This carefully crafted text from the beginning of the 18th century conveys much the same intensity and vividness as a miniature painting of Christ’s crucifixion, and this lyrical and dignified tune reinforces the sense that time stands still while we share such meditation.
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