When I Survey The Wondrous Cross (The English Hymnal No. 107)

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. His dying crimson like a robe,/ Spreads o'er his body on the Tree;/ Then am I dead to all the globe,/ And all the globe is dead to me.
5. Where 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./ Amen.
Words: Isaac Watts. Music: Edward Miller, Samuel Webbe. Video: Michael-Hubert Lamla.

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