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 a
present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all. Amen!
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