When I survey the wondrous cross

When I survey the wondrous cross\n on which the Prince of glory died, \nmy richest gain I count as loss,\nand pour contempt on all my pride.\n\nForbid it, Lord, that I should boast, \nsave in the cross of Christ my God: \nthe very things that charm me most, \nI sacrifice them to His blood.\n\nSee from his head, his hands, his feet, \nsorrow and love flow mingled down:\n When did such love and sorrow meet, \nor thorns compose so rich a crown?\n\nHis lifeblood, like a crimson robe,\nclothes all his body on the tree: \nthen I am dead to all the globe,\nand all the globe is dead to me!\n\nWere the whole realm of nature mine,\nthat were an offering far too small;\nlove so amazing, so divine,\ndemands my soul, my life, my all!