Text: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
Author: | Watts |
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?
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First Line: | When I survey the wondrous cross |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
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Topic: | Lord's Supper |