When I survey the wondrous cross
Lyrics When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died, my richest gain I count as loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my God: The very 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: When did such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown? His lifeblood, like a crimson robe, Clothes all his body on the tree: Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me! Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all!

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Author: Isaac Watts
Reference: Psalm 22:16; Psalm 69:19-20; Matthew 26:39; Matthew 27:29; Mark 15:17; Luke 7; John 12:32; John 19:2; John 19:37; John 20:27; Romans 5; Romans 6:11; Romans 6:14; Romans 12:1; Romans 12:1; 1 Corinthians 1; 1 Corinthians 2; Galatians 2:20; Galatians 6:14; Ephesians 1; Ephesians 2; Philippians 3:7-8; Colossians 1; Hebrews 9; 1 Peter 1; 1 Peter 2; 1 John 2;
Source: Praise! 453
Copyright: Public Domain