44. Under the Cross

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.

Under the cross I’m resting,
Under the cross of Calvary,
Under the cross I’m sweetly resting,
And the blood now cleanseth me.

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. [Refrain]

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? [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross
Title: Under the Cross
Author: Isaac Watts
Refrain First Line: Under the cross I'm resting
Publication Date: 1905
Tune Information
Name: [When I survey the wondrous cross]
Composer: J. Wesley Hughes

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