95. When I survey the wondrous 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.

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 His dying crimson like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the Tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5 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.

Text Information
First Line: When I survey the wondrous Cross
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Meter: LM
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The Christian Year: Passiontide; Holy Cross Day: September 14th
Tune Information
Adapter: Edward Miller, 1731-1807
Meter: LM
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Harmony chiefly from Webbe's Collection of Psalm-Tunes

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