|Text:||When I Survey the Wondrous Cross|
|Composer:||Edward Miller, 1735-1807|
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.
2 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 tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
|First Line:||When I survey the wondrous cross|
|Title:||When I Survey the Wondrous Cross|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Topic:||Passion and Cross|
|WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS (Celebration 321)|
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