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When I Behold the Wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: One in Faith #678 (2015) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When I behold 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; The vain things that attract me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, What grief and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were all the realm of nature mine, It would be off'ring far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Topics: Cross Languages: English Tune Title: MOHR

Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXXIX (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When I survey the wond'rous cross Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wond'rous cross On which the Prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, And mourning weep o'er 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 am I 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. Topics: World Crucified to it Scripture: Galatians 4:14 Languages: English

Crucifixion to the world by the cross of Christ

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCXXIX (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When I survey the wond'rous cross Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wond'rous cross On which the Prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, And mourning weep o'er 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 am I 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. Topics: World Crucified to it Scripture: Galatians 4:14 Languages: English