When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Words by Isaac Watts.  Public Domain.

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When I survey the wondrous cross
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On which the Prince of glory died,
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My richest gain I count but loss,
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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.

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?

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.

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