1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but lost,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
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.
3 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?
4 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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First Line: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christ: Sufferings and Death; Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ |
Notes: | Public Domain. |