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:
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 an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.