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When I behold the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: People's Mass Book, New Daily Missal Edition #d161 (1966)

When I behold the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Catholic Book of Worship #d178 (1972) Languages: English

Glorying in the Cross

Hymnal: Sermons in Song No. 3 #186 (1901) First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross Languages: English Tune Title: DUKE ST.

Hymnal: New Hymn and Tune Book #191c (1889) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross Topics: Jesus Christ Sufferings and Death Scripture: Galatians 6:14 Languages: English Tune Title: OLIVET

Glorying in the Cross

Hymnal: The Peacemaker #235 (1894) First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross Languages: English

Crucifixion to the world by the Death of CHRIST

Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre #XXXIII (1758) 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 pour Contempt on all my Pride. 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. 2 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? 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. 3 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. Languages: English

Crucifixion to the world by the Death of CHRIST

Hymnal: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre #XXXV (1773) 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 pour Contempt on all my Pride. 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. 2 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? 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. 3 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. Languages: English