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;
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 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.
|First Line:||When I survey the wondrous cross|
|Title:||When I Survey the Wondrous Cross|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Scripture:||Galatians 6; Matthew 27; Philippians 3:10; John 19:32-34; 1 Corinthians 2:2; Galatians 6:14; Philippians 3:7-8|
|Harmonizer:||Edward Miller (1790)|
|Source:||Second Supplement to Psalmody in Miniature, c. 1780|