146. 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.

O Cross sublime, upraised for me,
It bore my sin and shame, and guilt;
Abundant grace, his pardon free,
Are mine, since Christ his blood hath spilt.

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]

Text Information
First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross
Title: The Wondrous Cross
Author: Isaac Watts
Refrain First Line: O Cross sublime, upraised for me
Publication Date: 1908
Tune Information
Name: [When I survey the wondrous cross]
Composer: Walter A. Andrews

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