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:||The Service of the Word: Dedication Songs; Praise and Thanksgiving: Songs to Remember the Work of the Son|
|Composer (descant):||Donald P. Hustad (1989)|
|Composer :||Lowell Mason (1824)|
|Source:||based on plainsong|
|Copyright:||Music desc. © 1990 by Hope Publishing Co. Carol Stream, IL 60188. All Rights Reserved|