|Text:||When I Behold the Wondrous Cross|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1675-1748|
|Adapter:||Edward Miller, 1731-1807|
1 When I behold 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;
The vain things that attract 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 Were all the realms of nature mine,
It would be off'ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
|First Line:||When I behold the wondrous cross|
|Title:||When I Behold the Wondrous Cross|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1675-1748 (alt.)|
|Topic:||Holy Week: Good Friday; Humility|
|Audio recording:||Piano Harmony (auto-generated)|
|THE WONDERFUL CROSS||Hymns of the Cross||Four Hymn Improvisations for Holy Week||WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS (Celebration 321)|
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