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!

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