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 cross
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. His dying
crimson like a robe,
Spreads o'er His
body on the tree;
Then am I dead to
all the globe,
And all the globe
is dead to me.
5. 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!
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