When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My rich-est gain I count but loss,
And pour con-tempt on all my pride.
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My rich-est gain I count but loss,
And pour con-tempt on all my pride.
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.
See from His head,His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns com-pose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all
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