When I survey the wondrous cross

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    CGS No.: 
    291

    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.