When I Survey The  Wondrous Cross
Verse 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
			
Verse 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
			
Verse 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
			
Verse 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

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