Text: | When I Survey |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Tune: | [When I survey the wondrous Cross] |
Composer: | I. B Woodbury |
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.
Die e'er such love and sorrow neet,
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When I survey the wondrous Cross |
Title: | When I Survey |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1978 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [When I survey the wondrous Cross] |
Composer: | I. B Woodbury |