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 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?
Just to put the last verse in:
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Mickyfyn 3 years ago
Hi Micky! Thanks for the kind words. We would love to hear your version, please do post it! God Bless You
fireflyxl5 3 years ago
Nicely played. Great great hymn.
I play a slightly different version on my mando. Might record it and post it as a reponse if thats ok. Let me know ...
Mickyfyn 3 years ago
A beautiful hymn, beautiful celtic melody and beautiful words.
:)
fireflyxl5 3 years ago
peekingduckz 3 years ago