When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wonderous cross on which the Prince of glory died
My riches gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride

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

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

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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