|Text:||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.
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?
4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering 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:||Christ's Gracious Life: Passion and Death; Sanctifiying and Perfecting Grace: Personal Holiness; The Sacraments and Rites of the Church: Eucharist (Holy Communion or The Lord's Supper)(7 more...)|
|Arranger:||Edward Miller (1790)|