154 When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
[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.
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.
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?
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.
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.