Text: | When I survey the wondrous Cross |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Tune: | BRESLAU |
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.
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 tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When I survey the wondrous Cross |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1707, a.) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Holy Week |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | BRESLAU |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | A Major |
Source: | Melody in As Hymnodus Sacer, Leipzig, 1625 |