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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:
And 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 met,
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.
