| Song | When I Survey The Wondrous Cross |
| Album | United Methodist Hymnal |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When I Survey The Wondrous Cross |
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When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
On Which The Prince Of Glory Dyed,
My Richest Gain I Count But Loss,
And Pour Contempt 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 Ever Such Love And Sorrow Meet?
Or Thorns Compose So Rich A Crown?
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.
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.
