Text: | Clinging to the Cross |
Tune: | [When I survey the wondrous cross] |
Composer: | G. C. Wells |
1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Refrain:
The cross, the cross, the precious cross,
The wondrous cross of Jesus;
From all our sin, its guilt and power,
And every stain it frees us.
Then I'm clinging, clinging, clinging,
Oh, I'm clinging to the cross:
Yes, I'm clinging, clinging, clinging,
Clinging to the cross.
2 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. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
Title: | Clinging to the Cross |
Refrain First Line: | The cross, the cross, the precious cross |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1875 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [When I survey the wondrous cross] |
Composer: | G. C. Wells |