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 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 |
Title: | Hamburg |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1879 |
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Name: | [When I survey the wondrous cross] |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Source: | Gregorian |