| Song | When I Survey The Wondrous Cross |
| Album | Passiontide Hymns |
| 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 Died,
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?
To Christ, Who Won For Sinners Grace
By Bitter Grief And Anguish Sore,
Be Praise From All The Ransomed Race
Forever And Forevermore.
Were The Whole Realm Of Nature Mine,
That Were A Offering Far Too Small:
Love So Amazing, So Divine,
Demands My Soul, My Life, My All.
To Christ, Who Won For Sinners Grace
By Bitter Grief And Anguish Sore,
Be Praise From All The Ransomed Race
For Ever And For Evermore.
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.
