Lyrics

Verse 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.

Verse 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 through his blood.

Verse 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?

Verse 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.

Scripture Reference: Galatians 6:14
Text: Isaac Watts (1707)
Music: HAMBURG, Lowell Mason (1825)
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Copyright: Public Domain

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